Hey, everyone! This is my first Legend of the Seeker fanfic. So please review! I don't know if this is a common pairing, but I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.
"Your prisoner will be brought in shortly, Mistress Denna."
"Thank you... General," the regal woman replied, voice dripping with disgust. The General, well aware of Denna's distaste, left as hastily as dignity would allow. However, his hurry did not escape the mistress' attention. She sniffed and arched her long back. Slowly, she shifted her shoulders in cat-like motion, thoroughly enjoying the stretch. Her body was lean and thin, muscles taut, displaying her athletic prowess. Despite this, she still possessed generous curves, which her slender build only emphasized. She stood tall for a woman at 5' 10". Her leather, knee-high boots only added to her height and proclaimed her status as a dominatrix.
She paced confidently through her territory, boots clicking on stone pavement. The dungeons were perpetually damp and dark, but Denna didn't mind. The dismal atmosphere set the mood and sparked her creativity. She blended in well with her all-black attire, but for her thick braid of shockingly blond hair which fell to her waist. Judging her solely from appearance would make one think Denna very severe and no-nonsense. Yet she was a firm believer that work and play should always be one. Deriving enjoyment from her particular line of work, however, doubtlessly condemned her as a sadist. Except that she already openly flaunted all those sadistic tendencies. After all, she was a Mord-Sith and not only that, she was head of that elite, highly trained band of women.
Patience growing thin, Denna spun on her heel in order to face the entrance just as the guards nervously pattered in (without the General she noted). Wrists chained behind her back, the woman they held didn't struggle as so many others did. Her white dress flowed down her feminine form and dark waves of hair cascaded past her shoulders. Confidently, staring the dominatrix down, she stood proudly, boldly.
"Kahlan the Confessor." Denna tilted her head, eyebrows raised with amusement. She allowed her eyes to slowly trail down the length of her captive. Denna smiled a sly smile, the corner of her mouth barely tilting up. She rested her gaze on Kahlan's own mouth. Those full, rosebud red lips were taunting her. Plump and slightly parted, they beckoned her to see if they really as soft as they appeared. Forcibly, she wrenched her gaze from them to look Kahlan in the eyes. Such distractions would make her job difficult, she could not let temptation get the best of her...
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