Desire

Cara, Kahlan, and Richard walk into an erotic trap set by Nicci. Zed and Shota also play a role. All reviews (including constructive comments) are appreciated. I'm here to grow.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Terry Goodkind. The story is a non-profit work written strictly as fan fiction.

Chapter 1

The fight was bloody. The bodies of banlings lay in crumpled heaps as Kahlan and Cara piled them to burn. Brow furrowed in thought, Kahlan looked concerned. She hadn't anticipated the ambush in this part of the midlands. How did the banlings know her and Cara's whereabouts? Richard had broken away from the group days ago to draw the banlings away while she and Cara made it to what Zed called the "safe zone".

The Temple of the Crescent Moon rose above her in a majestic ruin. Before Zed left for Aydindril weeks earlier, he made a map for Richard, Kahlan, and Cara. He said the Keeper's minions could not walk on the sacred soil of this place.

It was once dedicated to the Creator before the Great War and wizards spelled the place to protect it from evil. Zed thought the Temple was possibly the gateway to another world…a world where the stone of tears was hidden. At this minute he should be going over scrolls in the Wizards Keep trying to find more information. Kahlan frowned. Where was Richard? Surely this group of banlings had not bested the seeker of truth?

Shrugging that thought away as ludicrous she whispered under her breath. If this is indeed the gateway the compass should show us the way….if Richard would just get back in one piece with the instrument!

The smell of burning bodies turned her attention to Cara who at the moment walked purposefully toward Kahlan. Her eyes seemed to be trained on Kahlan's chest causing Kahlan to self-consciously look down and realize her dress was ripped… revealing the curve of one of her breasts. She quickly pulled the fabric up… her face reddening at the look in Cara's eyes. Kahlan understood the look…mainly because Cara had explained her condition to Kahlan one day after a particularly fierce fight with a group of D'Haran soldiers.

Kahlan had asked her why she was so flushed and Cara had remarked flippantly that battle and sex were tied together during Mord Sith training. She further embarrassed Kahlan by looking her straight in the eye and brazenly telling her she was just… horny. Kahlan tried to tell herself that day that she was above such feelings, but secretly she felt the same. It was torture for her to know that she could never satisfy that need without enslaving someone in the process. So, she bottled up all the passion and repressed rage which certainly gave her an edge during battle.

Both women looked up at the temple and quickly decided to explore the ruin. Mossy stones peeked out from clinging vines and lush greenery camouflaging the temple from prying eyes. As the Confessor and Mord Sith entered the gateless entrance a steaming pool met their vision. The women looked at each other…the temptation was palpable. Kahlan rubbed her grimy hands together and thought about her sweat dampened body sliding into the hot bath. Cara moved forward already removing her blood smeared body armor.

Kahlan took a moment to admire the other woman…the Mord Sith moved like a dancer…so graceful…so powerful…commanding Kahlan's complete attention as Cara sauntered towards the inviting water. Cara's leather hid a proportioned toned physique…strength radiated from her as Kahlan shyly spied a few scars on the otherwise perfect figure. The scars didn't repulse Kahlan…she had a few of her own. She did after all grow up trained in battle by her father King Wyborn of Galea.

Kahlan reluctantly took her eyes away from the Mord Sith slightly concerned at the direction her thoughts were taking and began removing her dress. Cara turned to watch…amused at the Confessor's bashful modesty…she took full measure of Kahlan's endowments…eyes like green fire traveling up the Confessor's lush frame. Delectable…she sighed…what a tragedy to waste such perfection.

Kahlan was a contradiction to Cara…a puzzle…a charm…a warrior…a judge…a temptress…priestess…empress…she couldn't decide which role suited the confessor best…they all made Cara's mouth water with erotic possibilities. She had even fantasized about Kahlan holding the agiel during her training so long ago… "command me mistress" pouring from her lips.

The water felt exquisite. Warm springs fed the water creating a cloud of steam making both women shiny with perspiration. Kahlan was a little unnerved being in the same vicinity as the naked Mord Sith and several times she met Cara's bold and sarcastic stare with a challenge of her own. Once when Cara caught the Confessor sneaking a glance…she infuriated Kahlan by arching a brow and smirking at her knowingly.

Kahlan knew that Cara knew how uncomfortable she made her at times. She sometimes thought Cara made it a game… a cat and mouse game where she unfortunately felt like the mouse…hunted. Kahlan finally spoke…we should really be getting out. Richard will be here soon and I'd like to meet him outside.

Cara rolled her eyes at the mention of Richard and spoke…taunting Kahlan. Go ahead… I'll be right behind you. The Mord Sith's voice teased Kahlan's aroused senses. She really wanted Cara to exit the pool first for obvious reasons; however, not one to be intimidated she quickly stepped out of the bath. She felt her heart race as she dressed…keeping her back to Cara.

After both women were semi dressed minus the "gore" pieces of their battle attire, they walked side by side to a stone altar in the middle of a huge antechamber. What do you think it was used for? Cara asked in her usual bored tone….speaking for the sake of speaking. Kahlan shrugged, I have no idea. Maybe Zed can tell us when he returns. Let's go back outside and wait for Richard.

Suddenly Kahlan ran into an invisible barrier. Ouch! Blue sparks flew everywhere as she leaped back…startled. Cara pulled her agiel free from its holster… a fierce frown marring the perfection of her face. She strode forward her face determined as she tried to pierce the barrier with her weapon. Blue sparks repelled her with electric force and her expression turned to amazement. My agiel didn't work…I can't feel it!

She looked somewhat taken aback so Kahlan rushed over to touch the agiel herself. She had never considered touching the feared weapon before, but as she touched the short thick rod she was surprised to find it dead in her hand. That was when she noticed her problem. She couldn't feel her power. Since this wasn't the first time she had lost her confessor power, she knew how it felt.

Dread and helplessness once again took over her mind. Confessor…what's wrong…Cara's voice broke through Kahlan's panic and she took a deep breath answering… I can't feel my power…I think I've lost it. It must be this place…maybe it's a trap set by the ancient wizards who built this place. After walking the perimeter to determine the size of their prison Kahlan and Cara found themselves in a space 10 by 10 ft. which was about the size of a small room. As they sat upon the altar in the center of the space both women contemplated their predicament.

Suddenly Kahlan felt a perceptible change in the atmosphere of their prison. It seemed to permeate through her… and by Cara's expression she felt it, too. Cara's teeth clenched as she seemed to be caught up in an uncontrollable pain. Concerned… Kahlan reached out to touch Cara whose face was unusually flushed. Cara snarled like a trapped animal as she turned quickly to Kahlan… imprisoning the Confessor's hand. Kahlan alarmed at Cara's fierce and determined expression struggled to free her hand.

What is wrong with you? Let me go this instance! Kahlan gasped in surprise as Cara suddenly turned to her and forced her down on the altar straddling her. Cara! Kahlan struggled in the Mord Sith's hands. Let me up! Cara had Kahlan's arms trapped above her head and her dress had begun to bunch around her waist as she fiercely struggled to escape the inflamed Mord Sith.

Cara's eyes narrowed as she studied her captive. Looks like you're in a predicament now, Confessor…Cara smirked. Suddenly emotions of fear and desire warred across her face as she battled the inner demons causing her unexpected behavior. Eyes tightly closed Cara shook her head and groaned. When she opened her eyes, Kahlan saw the resolve and felt a quiver somewhere south of her heart. Cara's eyes slowly traveled up Kahlen's body stopping at her heaving breasts.

Cara has lost her mind…Kahlan thought in a panic! Now what could she do without her confessor power…she had always suspected Cara had the edge in strength and was proving that this very instance. Even if she had her power…could she really use it on Cara? Cara who had fought beside her so many times…protecting her back…Cara who always had a flippant remark to make her smile…Cara smiling…so rare…so beautiful…it made Kahlan's heart ache.

Cara had been exposed to such violence and heartbreak throughout her life…Kahlan felt her hopes sink…I could never kill her… she thought …but I can hurt her… she managed to free an arm and fiercely strike Cara across the face causing a bright red mark to appear. Kahlan felt remorse immediately upon seeing the bruise marring the Mord Sith's beautiful face. Cara didn't seem to even notice the blow as she brought her mouth down brutally across Kahlan's soft lips wildly invading her mouth with erotic intention.

Kahlan suddenly felt a strange stirring. She had felt it at other times the past year…looking at Richard's chest when he went shirtless and once she had felt it when accidentally brushing her breasts against Cara's arm when making camp. Several times Cara had stared at her over the fire …her green eyes filled with an unspoken emotion and the feeling just crept up her body…warm…tingling...almost painful as she tried to suppress the sensation.

Suddenly she recognized the feeling…lust…pure lust! Why hadn't she faced it before now? She knew now that she had hidden powerful sexual feelings for Richard and Cara. And now Cara was forcing her…well maybe not exactly forcing… because she felt it, too.

Cara seemed to have lost all her Mord Sith training and control as she tore Kahlan's dress open in a frenzy…revealing generous breasts to the cool night air. Cara's tongue traveled down Kahlan's body to her belly button frantically tonguing her pleasure points like a pro. Kahlan felt feverish…the feeling was exquisite as the Mord Sith took Kahlan's nipples inside her hot wet mouth sucking the dainty pink tips until they were swollen and aching. Kahlan was quickly losing her will to resist.

You like that…Confessor? Kahlan writhed with pleasure…yeessss she said as she halfheartedly maintained her struggle to free herself. Cara tightened her hold smirking as she continued her exploration of the beautiful body she had obsessed about since the day she had met the regal and untouchable Kahlan Amnell.

Cara smiled smugly as she felt Kahlan's passion awakening. Unconsciously Kahlan had begun to grind her hips into Cara's red leather clad body rhythmically seeking release. Cara relaxed her grip on Kahlan's arms which already showed signs of bruising and kissed her again tenderly nipping her lush lips until they also bruised. Now…let's play… Cara whispered.