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The tall, brunette Mord'Sith stood behind the right shoulder of Lord Darken Rahl, hiding her self-satisfied smirk behind an unreadable mask as her Master silently mused to himself. Cara and Denna simply hadn't been worthy to be in the Lord Rahl's majestic presence for more than a moment, it wasn't her place to question out loud, but she couldn't help but wonder why her Master had appointed them as his second in command. Her dark brown eyes narrowed warningly, her gloved palm fell to the hilt of her sheathed Agiel as the doors to the wide ornate study burst open to reveal a muscular member of the Dragon Corps, clad in a combination of crimson leather and chain mail.
"My Lord, you wanted to see the boy" She smirked openly as Captain Rydan inclined his blonde head respectfully and saluted the Lord Rahl by pressing his large fist to his heart.
It was then she noticed a tall and scrawny blonde boy brazenly standing at Captain Rydan's side. The young boy resembled Cara too much for her taste, with his golden blonde hair, flawlessly bronzed complexion and blue-green eyes. It was unsurprising how the disgraceful whore had managed to convince the Lord Rahl that the boy was his son, even though she knew the circumstances of Sam's birth, she couldn't detect much of Dahlia in the boy's physical appearance. Fortunately she had discovered the truth and had brought it to Lord Rahl's attention. She still ached between her legs, on account of her Master's reward for her loyal service, deliciously so.
"So I did. Very good Captain, you're dismissed..." Lord Darken Rahl, waved his hand, gesturing for Captain Rydan to leave the study. She lowered her eyes as as the Lord Rahl rose up out of his high-backed chair and stalked around the desk, toward the boy. She followed one pace behind her Master, unsheathing her Agiel as she went, it's scream filled the silence of the study, if Cara's bastard dared to breath one disgusting word that she found displeasing, anything at all to insult the Lord Rahl, she wouldn't hesitate to use her beloved weapon on the child. She would enjoy it.
"Sam, I trust you have been treated well?, the manacles aren't too tight?, your pesky companions have been providing a stimulating conversation?" Lord Darken Rahl inquired, circling the boy of seven summers with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Of course, after all, my mother always told me that inhabiting rat infested cells builds a strong character" Sam retorted sarcastically, fostering the same arrogant half-smile she'd seen gracing Cara's face time and time again. She scowled icily, lunging forth swiftly to strike the insolent child across his face with her Agiel. Sam didn't make a sound as the Agiel's magic coursed across his flesh, her weapon's destructive power potently seeped into his muscles like lightning, and a thousand times more painful. Sam fell to his knees, his lanky body contorting with agony though he refused to scream, she bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, watching intently as blood began seep from his lower lip. She glanced at her Lord Rahl, feeling warmth seep into her chest at the small smile he was aiming at her, she returned her attention to the boy when she caught him shifting slowly on the floor. The smirk Sam wore was maddening, her grin faded to be replaced with an enraged snarl.
"When my parents come for me, they're going to skin you alive, layer by layer" The boy declared in a strong voice.
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Cara stealthily lead her companions toward the pinnacle of a tall hillock beneath the early morning sky, she raised a gloved hand to silently order Dahlia and their Sister Mord'Sith, along with Richard, Kahlan and Zedd to stay low to the ground as they drew near to her. Overhead the sun had yet to climb into it's perch in the sky, casting various shades of grey across the landscape. She crouched low to the ground as she glanced over the D'Haran garrison nestled at the base of several hills, there wasn't much in the ways of cover for an enemy to approach the moderately guarded settlement unseen, just a few trees scattered about here and there.
"We are going to need maps of the region, and as much supplies as we can carry" Berdine spoke quietly from her left.
"We'll also need the General's journey book to determine how and when Rahl will make another move" Raina added, just as softly as the dark haired woman's taller lover.
"Only a few of us will infiltrate, I don't want to chance something going wrong and all of us being being captured" Cara finally determined. The potential for endangerment was too great for them all to attempt slipping into the garrison undetected, particularly given the bare scenery.
"Agreed. Berdine and Raina, you two will accompany Cara and I, we'll scale the right wall. Its less guarded. Hally, Rikka, Constance, Garren and Mera, you five will create a diversion at the front gates, draw the guards away from General's office toward the garrison's rear, take the Seeker, the Confessor and the Wizard with you" Dahlia ordered rapidly.
Cara gave the brunette a sideways glance, she smiled warmly with her eyes when her lover returned her loving stare, the other Mord'Sith crouched close by her side, where she belonged. The others went about their preparations, Berdine and Raina pulled various pieces of climbing equipment out of their deerskin packs. Cara shifted closer to her lover, feeling the lithe muscles in her legs begin to bunch tightly from the strain of remaining in a crouch for an extended period of time. Gesturing with a tilt of her head, the two descended the hillock by several metres, away from the garrison, to avoid begin spotted by the guards stations on the fort's walls.
"Once we're inside, you will stay close to my side, and do exactly as I tell you" She murmured for Dahlia's ears only, her tone of voice was like steel swathed in silk, unquestionable, to all except the brunette. She smirked, feeling her lover shiver beside her. She'd always needed to keep the brunette close during battle, her mate had only been wounded a few times during combat, but on each and every harrowing occasion she had utterly lost control, stalking her lover's attackers until she was drenched, from head to toe, in their blood and their screams filled her ears. Breaking ranks in a fight was probably the most dangerous move one could make, and she couldn't afford to make a single mistake this day, none of them could.
"You overstep, Cara. In this fight, I am not your subordinate to be ordered about" Dahlia growled defiantly. It was like lighting the fuse to a barrel of Dragon's breath. Cara's hand shot out, she encircled the slender column of her lover's throat as her gaze hardened, though the slightly taller woman did nothing to counter her hold. She squeezed lightly, not enough to truly hurt the other woman, pressing her long gloved fingers into the brunette's trachea warningly. Dahlia's luscious lips parted, the other Mord'Sith began to breathe heavily, arousal darkened both their gazes.
"Not my subordinate..." Cara agreed huskily. She loosened her hold on Dahlia's throat, possessively trailing her fingers down the brunette's upper chest, until she flattened her palm over her lover's beating heart. The strong and steady rhythm was soothing, it gave her focus, and a strong purpose. She stared into the other woman's brilliant blue eyes, feeling her chest swell with tender devotion for her unclaimed mate.
"...Just mine. My mate. My woman. I have not change so much under the new Lord Rahl's rule that I will allow you to endanger what is mine, just so you can prove a point"
"You lost the right to claim me as your own when you left me to serve the Seeker. I have learned to stand alone in battle, and that fact will not change because you are temporarily back in my life" Dahlia snapped, brilliant blue eyes flashing defiantly.
Cara gritted her teeth, doing her best to restrain herself, it was all she could do not to tackle her lover to the ground and take her where the whole world could see. Prove to Dahlia that they were still one, they always would be. She suddenly reached up to cup the curve of Dahlia's jaw in her hand, tenderly brushing her thumb over the brunette's full lower lip, she resented the barrier of her leather glove, she wanted to feel the other woman's naked flesh against hers.
"I didn't willing leave you, when Triana turned on me, I didn't have many options. I followed Richard because of the bond. He is the Lord Rahl we need, he is too kind-hearted, but that is what D'Hara has required in a leader for a long time. Now that we are together again, I won't leave you ever again, and neither will I let you walk away from me with our son. You are mine, you've always been mine, and you always will be mine. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?, or am I going to be looking forward to a night of tanning your pretty hide?"
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Dahlia stayed one step behind Cara, like she'd reluctantly promised, as they surreptitiously approached the garrison from the right. Swiftly moving from cover to cover, along with Berdine and Raina. The four Mord'Sith concealed themselves behind a wide, but not overly tall, boulder gripped in dark green moss. Dahlia glanced passed Berdine, catching a glimpse of the others audaciously sauntering towards the garrison's front gates, within moments she heard the guards stationed along the garrison's walls shout a warning to the rest of their comrades.
"Come, we need to move quickly" Cara urged.
The blonde Mord'Sith craned her head, glancing over the large boulder, to examine the garrison walls briefly before she slipped out from behind their cover. Dahlia followed after her lover, hearing Berdine and Raina rapidly jogging after her. Once she'd joined Cara at the garrison wall, she pressed her back against the basic timber wood forming the rampart, pausing for Berdine and Raina to unfurl the two lengths of rope wrapped around their waists. As they waited, Dahlia tilted her head to the right, finding Cara's piercing gaze boring into her. She bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, brooding over what the blonde had told her atop the hillock, she knew the other Mord'Sith had meant every word, furthermore, she recognised the truth in them. She did belong to Cara. There was no questioning that fact, no denying it, even when forced to take to the beds of others, her thoughts remained with the blonde. The other Mord'Sith dominated every aspect of her life, she could not truly flourish without the other woman, she was the sky, and Cara was the sun. She loved the other woman, with every fibre of her being and she knew on an instinctive level that Cara shared in her feelings, but she could not conform to the new life her lover would have them live out together under the Seeker's rule until she heard those words she'd longed to hear for so long fall from the blonde's succulent lips.
"Berdine, Raina you two gather whatever supplies you can find. When you have a sufficient amount, do not linger, return immediately to the cave. Dahlia and I will search for the General's journey book" Cara ordered. Dahlia smiled to herself, from a young age Cara had been moulded into an alpha Mord'Sith, she was pleased to see her lover retained her commanding edge. She yearned to see the slightly shorter woman heading a Temple of their Sisters once more.
"As you wish" Berdine inclined her head, before she skilfully tossed the looped end of the rope in her hands upwards, the line caught the top adjoin of the poorly crafted wooden walls, about nine feet in height.
The taller Mord'Sith yanked down on the rope, hard, several times, testing its clasp. Soon Berdine was satisfied that the rope would hold. Dahlia felt a small fond smile tug her full pink lips upward as she watched Berdine give Raina a meaningful look, filled with a need to protect her lover, the raven haired Mord'Sith pursed her lips with mock annoyance, until after a moment Raina took a step backward, waiting for Berdine to ascend the timber wall first, by gripping the thick rope in both hands and pressing her boots to the rampart. Dahlia shifted, turning to the left, toward the rope, just as Berdine slipped over the top of the wall. She felt Cara sidle up behind her, the warmth of the blonde's lithe body merging with hers made her eyes flutter closed with simple pleasure at being close to her lover. A small moan slipped passed her lips as Cara's arms snaked around her waist, she leaned backed into her lover, shivering with longing, the sensation of feeling every inch of the blonde pressing into her from behind was so heady. She heard Raina begin her ascent of the tall nine foot wall. She lifted her gloved hands, lovingly caressing the length of Cara's forearms as her lover's arms tightened around her slender waist.
"Remember to stay close..." Cara rasped. She nodded her assent, feeling the blonde begin to nuzzle the incredibly sensitive area behind her ear tenderly. Her lover had always been affectionate with her behind closed doors, every time the other woman touched her she could feel their deep connection growing stronger, but Cara had never been so tender out in the open. The change in her lover's character was endearing and just a little unsettling. Dahlia tilted her head back to stare imploringly at the blonde, swallowing the lump in her throat, she felt her lips part desperately. Spirits, how much she wanted to feel Cara's lips against hers, it had been so long since she tasted her lover, too long, she wasn't certain how much longer she could wait for the other woman's touch.
"...And draw your Agiel when you get over to the other side. We'll have to maintain a swift pace, there is no telling how long the others will be able to keep the guards occupied" Cara pressed their foreheads together for a long sweet moment, before the blonde released her.
Stifling the sudden chill at the loss of contact, Dahlia rolled her blue eyes slowly as the other Mord'Sith moved passed her, ascending the wall ahead of her. Some would find Cara's dominant personality deterring, but she savoured the trait, she was Mord'Sith, what Sister of the Agiel didn't desire a strong mate?. But she was just as strong as her lover, even if that fact didn't prevent Cara from being over protective. Glancing toward the apical of the rampart, overhead the early morning sky was brightening slowly, she saw Cara slip over the top of the timber wall, casting a last look down at her, they shared a small smile until the blonde dropped down to the ground. She moved forward, once her lover wasn't in sight any longer, she tightly gripping the rope in both hands, she pressed her right foot against the rampart and began pulling herself upwards, ascending quickly and smoothly. Sam had inherited a lot from Cara, physical appearance and temperament, she just hoped their son was strong enough to last, just for a few more days, until the three of them were together, as a family.
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Cara held her two Agiels loosely in her gloved palms, their soft whine filling her ears and lulling her like a mother's voice to her anxious child, her back pressed against the nine foot tall timber wall as she waited for Dahlia to join her inside the garrison. She scanned the barracks with an analytical eye, she could see no one approaching, being as the guards had all been drawn to the front gate and Berdine and Raina had already disappeared in search of their objective. She glanced upward, admiring Dahlia's graceful form as the brunette dropped to the ground lightly beside her, drawing her Agiel.
Nodding slightly, she swiftly strode forth, furtively stalking between the crudely simplistic barracks. She heard Dahlia's light footsteps close behind her. Every D'Haran garrison was designed identically and she had spent enough time at basic forts, delivering Darken Rahl's justice to faineant soldiers, to know where the commander officer's quarters were located. As they drew closer to their target position, Cara routinely glanced over her shoulder to ensure Dahlia was close on her heels. Though they didn't encounter any soldiers lingering around the barracks, she didn't let her guard down, she remained tensed as she tightened her fingers around the hilts of her Agiels. Cara crouched behind three barrels, kept outside one of the barrack's only entrance, Dahlia huddled into her side when the Commander Officer's quarters came into sight. In comparison with the footsoldier's barracks it was elaborate and completely separate from the common areas, it was a good three feet taller than the rest of the garrison's edifices, however the roof was several inches lower than the top of the garrison's wall, and the basic structure was made out of walnut with two crimson tapis, displaying the emblem of House Rahl, framing the cast iron door.
Long minutes past, still no guards appeared, she frowned in confusion, even if the fort was attacked, there should be at the very least a few guards keeping watch over the settlement. She would personally see things changed when Rahl was dead, again, and Richard was officially instated as Lord Rahl, this type of negligence couldn't go ignored. Sharing a contemptuously confounded look with Dahlia, she gestured for her lover to take point. She remained a step behind the other Mord'Sith, and while the other woman climbed the stairs leading up to the General's office, she turned her back toward Dahlia, satisfied her lover wouldn't encounter any trouble from this point on. She scanned the garrison's sharp contours again, checking for any movements in the sparsely lit camp. She could hear Dahlia tinkering with the iron door's lockup mechanism behind her, she smiled to herself, picking locks was a skill the other woman had picked up when they were young children, in the end not even barred doors had been able to keep them apart, with the sole exception of Mistress Nathair's dungeons. The brunette broke the complex lock with practised ease, using two slender torsions, small tension wrenches, that were easily concealed in the top of Dahlia's thigh high boot.
"The lack of any guards defending the barracks is beginning to bother me" Dahlia muttered as she pushed the heavy iron door open.
Cara waited for her lover to enter the General's quarters before her, she sent one last inquisitive glance around the barracks, noting the commotion at the front gate. There were perhaps forty or forty five guards remaining, the corpses of others littered the ground. She clenched her jaw tightly, noticing how fatigued her companions were growing as they fought the D'Haran soldiers, by her reckoning they had only moments before withdrawing became the only option available to them.
"There has to be a hundred men missing..." Cara noted, stepping inside the Commander's office and sheathing both her Agiels. She found Dahlia had also holstered her Agiel and was now rummaging through the General's large and worn wooden desk, searching for the commander's journey book and any other documentation that would indicate what Rahl's plans entailed. She smiled widely when her lover suddenly paused in her exploration of the General's holdings, a knowing gleam sparked to life in the other woman's brilliant blue eyes.
"...Now, why do you suppose that is?" She purred, her smile growing into an elated grin as she watched Dahlia suddenly beam a bright smile in her direction.
"Darken Rahl has been moving around all his military postings in the region for weeks, but not in any particular order which is why we couldn't figure out where he was heading next. A hundred men is the typical escort for that bastard, which means Rahl must be coming here" Dahlia theorized. Cara nodded, admiring her lover's enthralling smile, she found herself recalling the day she'd discovered she was pregnant. She treasured the beautiful smile Dahlia had given her when she'd told her mate they were to have a child, even eight years later, the image still made warmth flourish in her chest. Dahlia's happiness was just as vital to her as water or oxygen.
"Exactly. But we need to find the General's journey book so we can learn all the details, check that bookshelf behind you" Cara directed, turning her attention to a stack of papers mounted on a side table to her right. Dahlia turned and started scanning the limited titles mounted on the small bookshelf, meanwhile she picked up the heap of documents and began funneling through them, she smirked when she discovered a detailed map, each D'Haran garrison, save the one they were currently at, was marked with an ornate letter 'R'. There was no questioning that Rahl would arrive at the fort, it was just a matter of when.
"Cara, I found it..." She replaced the stack of papers on the side table, and hurried over Dahlia, standing behind the Commander's desk. She rested her gloved palm on the small of Dahlia's back as she glanced over her lover's shoulder, down at the open journey book.
"...Tomorrow. Rahl is coming here tomorrow, with...Sam" Cara pressed a loving kiss to Dahlia's cheek, sensing her lover's anxiety, relief and shock beneath the brunette's stoic expression. Her lover tilted her head, their gazes locked and for an instant the entire world melted away.
"One more day and we get our son back..." Cara promised. She tenderly stroked Dahlia's lower back as her lover leaned into her, seeking the comfort only she could provide, the leather clad silhouettes of their lithe bodies fitted together perfectly, she savoured her lover's warmth merging with hers "...Lets get return to the cave, we'll figure out a plan of action when we're safe with the others. Its just one more day Dahlia"
"And then what Cara?. After we rescue Sam and preferably torture Rahl to a brutal death. What happens to us then?" Dahlia whispered, gazing back at her beseechingly. Cara parted her full pink lips, only to pause abruptly, she clenched her strong oval shaped jaw, carefully thinking out each avenue of opportunity. She had planned on utilising her time with Dahlia to convince her lover that Richard was a worthy Lord Rahl, a single day hardly gave her much leeway as she hadn't even broached the subject with her mate yet. She wrapped her right arm tightly around Dahlia's waist, while the brunette looked away from her, swallowing nervously, the other woman closed the General's journey book with a softly muted sound. The silence that dragged out between them, filling the Commander's office, was agonising.
"Dahlia, I-" She steeled herself, she had sworn that she wouldn't allow them to be parted ever again, and Mord'Sith did not break their vows for any reason, especially promises pledged to their mates. She tightened her right around Dahlia's slender waist, while urging her lover to stare back at her by tilting the brunette's chin with her left palm. An emergent shuffling sound erupted outside the iron door, she jerked back from Dahlia, both of them drawing their Agiel, in the same instant the door to the Commander's office burst open. A frustrated growl rumbled in the back of Cara's throat as she stalked around the General's desk, her Agiel clasped firmly in each gloved palm, her vicious temper rising like the sun, undeniable and burning bright. She didn't appreciate her time with Dahlia being interrupted, under any circumstances, especially by Darken Rahl's overall inept lapdogs. Rage set her blood alight. She smirked slowly, a bloodthirsty gleam shinning brightly in her eyes, when the stout and overweight Commander sauntered into the office. Accompanied by a unit of ten archers fanning out behind him, taking up a position which allowed them to train their notched arrows directly at each of the Mord'Sith. Each of the archers blanched when she darkly glared at them, her gaze colder than a glacier in the frozen depths of winter.
"D-don't resist...your companions have f-fled...and y-you are...s-s-surrounded" The General swallowed fearfully, his voice faltering, when she levelled her frightening gaze on him. She shared a sideways look with Dahlia, the brunette had come to stand beside her, ready for combat. There were perchance fifty guards outside the office, Richard had been accurate when he'd presumed Dahlia's skill matched her own, together, they could easily take down fifty men. But with ten archer's aiming their bows at their hearts, there wasn't much chance that they could cross the Commander's quarters without fatally taking an arrow in their chests, which would impact their ability to preform the Breath of Life. She couldn't take the risk of losing her mate, a sentiment shared by Dahlia, she could see acceptance in the other woman's beautiful azure eyes. They would not be prisoners for long, either by their own hands, or by Richard's and other's, they would be liberated.
"I wouldn't recommend even attempting to sleep this night General, because before I am done here I will show you why Mord'Sith are so feared"
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Berdine waited for Raina to shoulder her way under the heavy curtain of water concealing their temporary home, incised into the mountain side. Taking a breath, the tall Mord'Sith forced her own path into the cave, using the back of her gloved hands to wipe the falling droplets of water from her lively blue eyes. It was the one thing she resented about their retreat, whenever she wanted to go outside, to spend a moment alone with her beloved mate, she had to get absolutely drenched in order to do so. But then she would go to the Underworld and back a thousand times over, she would welcome the Keeper's eternal torture, just to be Raina's sweet embrace for an instant, so she supposed getting soaked didn't really factor into the matter.
"Where are Cara and Dahlia?!" The Mother Confessor, Kahlan, exclaimed as she dropped her pack onto the cave floor, side by side with Raina's.
"I would've thought they'd be back by now..." Berdine murmured honestly, striding across the cave after her lover, her boots echoing loudly, she held out her hand toward her dark haired mate, Raina had perched on top of one of the many mounds of rock protruding from the cave floor, she pulled the petite woman into her arms, spinning them both around to sit on nature's makeshift chair with her beloved mate cradled in her lap.
"...But give it time Mother Confessor, knowing dear Sister Cari as well as I do, they've probably stopped off in the forest, those two are avid hunters, are they not?" Berdine grinned suggestively widely up at Raina, watching her lover gift her with a beautiful smile that made her grin widen further, around them, the rest of their Sisters laughed amusedly.
"Berdine..." Raina tilted her head chidingly. Berdine sighed slowly, tightening her arms around her own petite mate, she knew the chances of Cara and Dahlia staying out in the woods, even to make love, without checking in first wasn't likely. But Cara and Dahlia had only just been reunited, after nearly a year of separation, it made perfect sense that they would step a little out of character.
"My darling mate, wherever Cara and Dahlia are at present, I guarantee they are getting 'reacquainted', quite vigorously, as we speak. But if it pleases you and they are not back soon, I'll scout the area then, hm?" She rested her head on Raina's perfectly slender shoulder, smiling when she felt her lover press a tender kiss to the top of her head, careful not to disturb her thick braid. She lifted her head once more, capturing Raina's lips in a sweetly possessive kiss. She nipped on her mate's full lower lip as she reluctantly withdrew, the other woman's dark eyes sparkled at her brightly. She snuggled her face into the crook of Raina's gorgeous neck, love for the other Mord'Sith erupted in her chest as they cuddled in full view of the others, but she could feel a wave of cold concern for Cara and Dahlia beginning to fester in the back of her mind.
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"Keeper's maggot covered cock!..." Dahlia swore when both of her torsion wrenches snapped under duress from the solidly forged dungeon lock. Growling in frustration, she flung the useless tools across the compact prison cell. She turned to lean her lithe back against the cast iron door, she stretched her legs out in front of her, resting her gloved palms atop her toned thighs. She clenched her eyes shut as she heaved a ragged sigh.
"...In the sixteen years we have been Mord'Sith, I've only seen prisons renovated the once. We are truly cursed by The Creator, that this would be the second refurbishment" She hissed irritably. She felt, rather than saw, Cara pacing from one end of their cell to the other. The dungeon itself was relatively small, just four metres by four, the ceiling was so low to the floor that she could only just stand at her full height, and day-old straw littered the hard ground.
"You call being imprisoned with me a curse?, I should bend you over my knee for such an insult" She could envision Cara's enchantingly beautiful face as the blonde spoke, her perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked, her full, sculpted, succulent lips tilted into a smirk, a playful gleam shining in her aquamarine eyes. Was there ever a more perfect creature to grace the Land of the Living?. She would readily swear to that it was not so.
"Perhaps..." Dahlia licked her full red lips, allowing her closed eyes to flutter open, she gazed up at her lover as Cara ceased her pacing, a mixture of subdued desire and tenderness swirled in her brilliant blue eyes
"...We are Mord'Sith. We do not belong in dungeons, unless they are our own, though the scent of blood and fear doesn't really offend, in fact, it quite pleases me, as does the company" Cara grinned wolfishly, stalking over to the only, small, square-shaped window in the cell, even without the iron bars and steel grate covering the frame, it would be impossible for anyone, even a child, to escape through the window. A fact meant to torment those imprisoned within, as Mord'Sith they had faced situations and conditions far worse, by a thousand-fold.
"And what of my intentions?. Are they as well received, or, are we both to suffer alone tonight?" Cara glanced over her shoulder, a silky tendril of short blonde hair fell across her gleaming aquamarine coloured irises. Dahlia nibbled on the inside of her cheek as she tilted her with mock innocence, the other Mord'Sith chuckled breezily, knowingly, as she playfully made a show of deliberating over her lover's obvious lubricious proposal.
"You never do that..." Dahlia suddenly murmured quietly, sobering somewhat at her discovery, she drew her knees up to her ample chest, clasping her hands together atop the lithe leather-clad limbs. It was a defensive and childlike motion, earning her a concerned frown from the other woman. Arousal still burned, low in her stomach, sending soft waves of pleasurable awareness to torment her clit, she could feel the bundle of nerves beginning to tighten hungrily. Her full breasts felt swollen with simmering passion, she desperately longed to feel Cara's talented hands on her, and yet she couldn't discard the thoughts running wild in her mind.
"...You've never asked for permission before, at least, not aloud" She whispered. Words had never been needed between them, even when they were little girls, they could have an entire conversation with nothing more than a specific look in their eyes. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she watched Cara saunter towards her, the blonde's slender hips swayed seductively. Dahlia sucked in a steadying breath, exhilaration potently thrummed through her veins as her lover drew closer. She was suddenly very aware of the door pressing into her back, especially when Cara knelt on the prison floor a full foot in front of her, she felt like a lioness in heat being relentlessly stalked by her mate.
"I've changed Dahlia..." Cara murmured with a thoughtful furrowing of her brows. Dahlia pulled her knees tighter against her chest, slowly trailing her eyes over her lover's beautifully sculpted body, all gorgeously sleek muscles bound in tight crimson leather
"...Now answer me" The other Mord'Sith growled demandingly, her silky drawl voice was like hard steel swathed in smooth velvet. Dahlia smiled to herself, watching the softer side of her mate melding into the hard persona she was accustomed to was endearing.
"You haven't changed Cara, you're just more unconfined than you were..." She declared, making the other woman cock her head and grin widely, the sight made her head swim with delight "...I think I like it. Now let us see if you can still make me scream like you used to"
"Doubting my skills?. You just earned yourself a spanking, my mate, no one knows your body like I do, and I'm going to enjoy reminding of you of that fact..." The look of ravenous hunger Cara aimed at her almost knocked the breath from her lungs, suddenly the blonde's aquamarine coloured gaze shifted up toward the cast iron door she was leaning back against. Cara's upper lip curled into a lethal snarl that could strike fear into the hearts of lesser Sisters. Dahlia tilted her head back, finally realising that there was a distinct possibility the guards outside their dungeon cell had been listening in on their heated words. She internally promised herself that before they made their escape, she was going to slaughter those sentries, if Cara didn't get to them first.
"...Come here" Cara extended her crimson gloved palm toward her, she didn't hesitate before taking her lover's hand in her own, she gasped softly when she was jerked upright off the prison floor, she may have an inch on the other Mord'Sith but the blonde had always been physically stronger. Dahlia found her blue eyes fluttering closed and head tilting back when she was drawn into Cara's strong embrace, the softness of the other woman's breasts pushing into her own drew a longing gasp from her full red lips, the hard expanse of Cara's ridged abdomen meshing into hers had shivers of sheer contentment running up and down her spine. She felt safe in the circle her mate's lithe arms, desired, protected but above all she felt loved. Cara was home.
"Open your eyes, look at me..." She snaked her arms around Cara's slender neck, feeling her lover's own arms tighten possessively around her slim waist, she blinked open her sapphire blue eyes, nibbling her plump lower lip to keep from moaning at the sight of her lover's irises aflame with arousal.
"...Thats it darlin' keep your pretty eyes on me" Cara breathed huskily, leaning into her firmly, grinding their svelte hips together intently, casting a fresh wave of sensation washed over her flesh. The desire that had steadily been simmering low in her stomach, ever since the blonde had tackled her to the ground the day before, heated excruciatingly as she felt her lover's gloved palms wend their way down toward her backside, her thick essence began to ease from her pussy, coating her labia and the inside of her leather pants. She only ever responded to her mate in so swift a manner. Dahlia groaned and bunched her gloved hands together against the smooth leather of the other woman's shirt the moment she felt Cara cup the muscular crescents of her ass, listening as the blonde growled her approval. She forced her eyes to remain open as she rested her forehead against her lover's, their unsteady breathing mingling together. She felt the blonde begin to knead her backside adoringly, a low satisfied purr built in the slightly shorter woman's throat, the other Mord'Sith had always held an almost obsessive fondness for her tone ass, woe unto any stupid enough to even attempt touching her there.
"I haven't even kissed you yet, and I can already feel your heat..." Cara drawled with a hint of smugness, tenderly nuzzling her sculpted lips over her high cheekbone. Dahlia's eyes narrowed, even as she felt her nipples harden uncomfortably beneath her leather shirt and the heavier pieces of her crimson leather uniform. She flattened her hands against Cara's tensed shoulders as the other Mord'Sith continued to massage her backside, like the other woman was marking her territory, she shivered, a Mord'Sith marked her mate in three ways, she longed to relive their pleasurable agony.
"...All mine." Dahlia tried to stifle the primal keen of credence welling up from her very core, but no matter how hard she tried to keep something from Cara, the blonde always knew, always sensed, her reactions. The blonde hummed her contentment in the back of her throat, suddenly she felt Cara's elegant hands reluctantly cease their loving caress, with one hand her lover cupped the side of her face, with the other, Cara draw slow circles on her lower back. She leaned into her mate's long awaited touch, playfully nipping at the centre of the other woman's palm, she could hardly breath as Cara titillatingly leaned in closer toward her, aquamarine gaze flashing with lust.
She heard herself wailing loudly, her cries echoing off of the prison walls, as Cara covered her lips, a soft claiming kiss, but more sensually potent than anything she'd experience in over twelve months. She actually felt her eyes sting with tears of sheer joy at their first kiss in over a year, how many nights had she lain awake at night staring up at the ceiling of her plush bedchamber at Jandralyn, dreaming of Cara, yearning for her deep kiss, her scintillating touch, her gorgeous scent, the sound of her permanent drawl. In that moment, caged in her mate's strong arms, the smooth sensation of the blonde's full lips gliding masterfully over hers, she was complete. Twin moans of desperate need erupted from them both as their kiss deepened. Dahlia parted her lips when Cara pressed her tongue against the seam of her mouth, for all her years of training as Mord'Sith, for all her steely self-control, she couldn't halt the hungry cries falling from her lips. She roughly fisted her gloved hands in the silky fall of her lover's blonde hair, feeling Cara's own hand fall away from her face while the blonde teasingly trailed her tongue over her lower lip. It was torture, she needed more, so much more, and Cara knew it. Dahlia darted her own tongue passed her full red lips, flicking the tip against that of her lover's enticingly, she moaned deeply, the other woman tasted just as succulent, just as intoxicating, as she remembered.
"Please..." Dahlia whimpered against Cara's sweet mouth, the blonde groaned, nibbling on her lower lip until she gasped with want. She nearly sobbed with frantic desperation when she felt Cara's hands cup her ass once more. A small blissful cry escaped her when the other woman's tongue plunged forcefully into her mouth. She fisted her hands tighter in her mate's hair as Cara smoothly stroked her tongue over her own, the other Mord'Sith tasted potent like a perfect vintage red wine, her head swam, shivers sparked across her flesh. She didn't even realise that Cara was gripping her slender hips, backing up against the dungeon wall, in the corner furthest from the cast iron door, until she felt the aged wood press solidly into her back. Cara's kiss was like magic and flames sinking into her soul with the force of a tidal wave. The curl of her lover's tongue against hers and the caress of Cara's hands over her hips was entrancing. Moaning deep in her chest, she chased Cara's tongue with hers, suddenly she jerked violently, with a sharp whine, in Cara's arms when the blonde clamped her sculpted lips on her tongue, suckling greedily. It was sensuous and wickedly seductive.
"Too many fucking clothes" Cara growled, ravenously lapping at the curve of her lower lip.
Dahlia panted roughly, arching her back off the hard prison wall as the blonde's hands began to skilfully pluck at the complicated buckles and laces of her crimson corset, freeing her of the heavy leather with years of practised ease on her side. Her corset, adorned in muted archaic markings, fell to the prison floor, only to be carelessly kicked aside by the blonde still claiming her mouth with her tongue. She gasped and tried to follow her mate's mouth as Cara broke their passionate kiss, she didn't get the chance to coax the other woman back into their embrace, the shorter Mord'Sith used her hold on her trim hips to urge her to turn around, so that she was facing the wooden wall. She groaned weakly, flattening her gloved palms against the dungeon wall and spreading her legs shoulder width apart while Cara methodically began to work the laces of her neck-guard free, she licked her full lips and began grinding her backside back into her lover's lean hips. She moaned in unison with the blonde, feeling Cara slowly roll her hips into the curve of her ass as her mate finally freed her of the heavy piece of leather designed to support her neck in the event of a head injury. The neck-guard joined her corset on the floor in a corner of the cell. A gasp left her lips as the other woman cupped her hip in one hand, with the other, Cara momentarily flattened her gloved palm against her flat stomach, indulging in the delightful ache thrumming through both of them as they rolled their hips together in a primal rhythm, before the blonde trailed her hand downward to slid between her thighs. The softness of Cara's ample breasts meshed into her back, the blonde's hot breath brushed over her ear as the other Mord'Sith pulled their bodies tightly together, chest to back. She clawed at the wooden wall she was braced against as her lover cupped the mound of her cunt through her leathers, her lust darkened eyes drifted shut as her clit swelled further, more of her juices eased from her pussy, shafts of fiery pleasure streaked all over her body in one delectable assault on her senses. Cara's left hand tightened on her hip, the blonde's fingers dug into the slight leather-clad curve, as the other Mord'Sith slowly began to rub her glistening slit through the obstruction of her pants. Dahlia pressed her forehead to the wall, panting and moaning as Cara held her firm, rocking their hips together as the blonde continued to rub her pussy through her leathers. She was flushed, desperate for the slide of sweat damped flesh against flesh and the feel of her mate inside her, Cara meant for her touch to be teasingly pleasurable, a taste of ecstasy, an erotically diabolical surge of pleasure, blunted through her pants, it was her mate's way of establishing dominion. It was a heated dance of remembrance, they had both been with others in their time apart, but they never had, nor would they ever forget, who gave them the ultimate pleasure of the cardinal union between soulmates. She felt Cara's perfect white teeth graze over the exposed skin of her neck, she tilted her head, offering her mate unhindered access to her pale flesh, the blonde groaned in her ear before the hand between her legs ceased its torturous rubbing. She whimpered and strained against her lover's chest, silently begging for what she knew was coming. The climaxes Cara gave were like explosions, so intense was the pleasure the blonde's skilled touch inflicted, they destroyed senses, made legions fall to their knees in submission, but this, this was something her lover had only ever given to her. A Mord'Sith could only love once and she loved for eternity, even if she never said the words aloud.
Dahlia could feel her mate's desire, the other woman's hunger. It raged around her, inside of her, whipping through her mind, her body, until she felt like she'd scream, unrestrained, long before Cara took her like they both wanted. The heat of the blonde's hand between her legs, the hard wall she was braced against, the warmth of her lover's body pressing into hers from behind, the sensations, the smells, everything began to dance before her eyes and senses when it came, wildfire twisted through her, pooling in the pit of her stomach, when Cara parted her flawlessly sculpted lips and possessively sank her teeth into the column of her neck. The sharp pain was nothing in comparison to the Agiel's brutal touch, but in a way it was far more intense because of what the bite meant. Bonded, claimed, as one, evermore. Her wet cunt clenched, the air pulsed with arousal, the prison cell was filled with the scent of lust. She knew when Cara tasted her blood, because of the rumbling moan vibrating over her neck. Her heart hammered in her chest, slowly her mate cupped both her hips again, urging her to turn around so that they were face to face once more. Both their gazes were hooded, both breathed so heavily their ample chests heaved. She nibbled on her lower lip, biting back a sharp satisfied moan, when she noted Cara's own was stained vivid crimson with her blood, a small amount trickled down the column of her neck from the already purplish bite mark her mate had left behind.
"Say it..." Cara growled, reaching for Dahlia's belt buckle. She shook her head slowly, leaning her back against the wall once again and seductively pushing her hips forward as the other Mord'Sith roughly yanked her leather belt open, the blonde's long slender fingers moved to the tight fastening of her pants.
"...Say it, and remove your shirt, now" Cara's eyes narrowed warningly, the blonde's gloved fingers halted their campaign to rid her of her leathers. She smirked, panting lightly while she licked her lips and slowly pulled her gloves off, casting them to join the rest of her uniform in the corner of the prison cell. Her juices eased from the swollen, sensitive flesh between her thighs, her clit throbbed in synch with her racing heartbeat as she began loosening the laces of her tight leather shirt. Cara toyed with the fastening of her pants, waiting impatiently for her demand to be met.
"What?. What does Mistress want her pet to say?..." Dahlia rasped temptingly when her shirt was halfway open, the swells of her full breasts were bared in the flickering candle light, she didn't know whether it was the cold air, or her lover's starving stare clinging to her newly unveiled flesh that had her nipples hardening further into fiery points begging for the other woman's hot mouth. Of course she knew, Cara wanted to hear her say that she belonged to the blonde, that she loved her, her mate wanted that recognition voiced.
"...I'm yours, Cara, always" She promised softly, watching her lover's aquamarine coloured eyes soften tenderly, she shrugged out of her tight shirt, letting it drop to the floor around her boots, she didn't notice her mate's hands moving until her pants were jerked open in a single masterful pull. She shivered slowly, with surprise and arousal when her mate dropped onto her knees before her, it wasn't the first time she'd seen Cara willingly in a submissive position, but she had always been the one to adopt the pose first, in the past it had been a reminder that even if they wished it wasn't so, they were slaves to Darken Rahl, Cara outranked her, and to admit their feelings would bring a punishment worse than anything they'd endured over the years. Her heart swelled in her chest, as her lover slowly began to undo the buckles and laces of her boots, she smiled lovingly and reached out to adoringly stroke her mate's silken blonde mane, it was better than if Cara had returned her tender yet heated promise. She lifted her left foot up off the dungeon floor when the other Mord'Sith silently told her to, the blonde slipped her crimson leather boot off her foot, casting it off to the side, then the same on her right. The other woman swallowed tightly as she reached for her unlaced pants, Dahlia continued stroking the other woman's soft shoulder length hair when Cara pressed her forehead into her hard stomach. She trailed her ungloved thumb over her mate's plump lower lip when the kneeling woman lifted her head to glance up at her, the mixture of burning arousal and soft tenderness swirling in those beautiful uniquely coloured eyes made her already erratic breathing hitch. She couldn't look away from her lover as Cara slowly, painfully slowly, began to ease her tight leathers down her sculpted thighs inch by torturous inch. Her mate growled up at her, like a lioness, when she stepped out her pants, leaving her completely and gloriously naked in the dim candle light. The rush of cold air against her legs accentuated just how wet, how hot her pussy truly was, she pressed her lips together tightly, moaning needfully as she rolled her hips toward Cara, the blonde's hot breath brushed against the dampened curls at the apex of her long legs. Even she could detect the musky scent of her own lust filling the prison cell.
"How shall I take you first?. Should I slide my fingers into your sweet little cunt and fuck you senseless until you scream so loud all of D'Hara will be able to hear you?, should I bury my mouth in this tight little pussy, lap at your hot clit with my tongue until you cum all over my face?, or maybe I should take your ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for days..." The lust, the sheer need, the aching hunger coiling deep in the pit of her stomach lurched and twisted into a fiery quivering knot, delicious pressure gathered behind her clit with such swift intensity she was almost certain she would orgasm as a result of Cara's crude words alone. She stared down at her kneeling lover, trying to gain control over the rushing pleasure sending her statuesque body into uncontrollable shivers, waves of pure heated sensation shot up and down her spine as perspiration began to bead all over her lithe form.
"...I'm going to make every inch of you burn so brightly others will look at you and know you're mine, you're going to wear my mark where everyone else can see it, just like I am going to wear yours" Cara rasped, her permanent silky drawl thick, almost guttural, from her own desire. Dahlia guided her shaking, right, hand to the side of her lover's neck, she drew a small circle over her mate's stunningly bronzed flesh with her slender forefinger, telling the other Mord'Sith without words exactly where she was going to leave a proud mark when she got the chance. The other woman grinned wolfishly.
"Cara..." She panted harshly, relying heavily on her lover's strong hands and the wall behind her to keep her upright, where Cara wanted her.
"...I can't wait anymore. Fuck me anyway you want, but do it now, before I go insane, please?" She pleaded desperately. Cara groaned tightly, slipping a still gloved hand under her right knee. Dahlia sucked in a hard breath as her lover guided her leg over her leather-clad shoulder. There was something so erotic about about being utterly naked while her mate remained fully clothed, but that eroticism faded in her mind when she felt Cara teasingly blow a stream of cool air over her wet slit, she clenched her jaw to keep from screaming desire filled demands. She wanted Cara, she wanted the blonde inside her, over her, against her and she wanted that fulfilment that only her mate could give her more than she wanted her next uneven breath.
"Fuck, I've dreamt of this so many times, but you always disappear before I can taste you" She gasped, feeling the other woman's soft lips graze over the inside of her raised leg, trailing up her silken flesh toward her glistening pussy, she quivered against the prison wall. The longing in her lover's husky voice made her heart ache in tandem with the fire licking over her every fibre. She felt like she was going to melt at any moment.
"Its not a dream, I'm not going anywhere, but I need to feel you inside me. Now..." She stared down at her kneeling lover, watching Cara's beautiful eyes flutter close, her mate's long blonde lashes lay against her exquisitely sculpted golden cheekbones, before they opened again, and the other Mord'Sith leaned forward.
"Cara!..." The first swipe of Cara's tongue through her drenched slit had her arching her back off the wall, and crying out loudly. The second slow lick had her reaching down with one hand to sink her ungloved fingers into her lover's hair, trying to hold her mate to her passion swollen flesh. After the third, she threw her head back struggling to stay upright on her feet as she listened and felt Cara moan with satisfaction into her folds, the blonde's hands squeezed her hips. Her breathing was harsh and heavy. The thunder of her heartbeat echoed in her ears as desire settled between her legs, her clit throbbed so hard it was almost painful, her thick juices slid from her. Cara eagerly lapped up each and very drop of her cream.
"Sweet as sunshine..." Cara circled Dahlia's pulsing clit with her tongue. She rolled her hips into the burning hot caress, using her muscular leg, draped over the blonde's slender shoulder as leverage. She was barely aware of the cries falling from her parted lips, she writhed against her lover's talented tongue as the other woman continued tormenting her tight bundle of nerves
"...Play with your nipples darlin', let me watch..." Cara lightly raked her teeth over Dahlia's throbbing clit. She involuntarily jerked as she lifted her hands, sighing while cupping the swollen mounds of her breasts, the turgid tips of her diamond hard nipples pressed into her palms.
"...Damn. Look how pretty" Cara's lips surrounded her clit and suckled with deep, groaning pulls. Her climax built inside her, the desperate clench of her pussy had her whining and mewling, her juices flowed from her pulsing entrance. She stroked her own distended nipples, her breasts heaved with the force of her breathing. Flares of explosive pleasure tore along her nerve endings from her nipples to her cunt like a raging typhoon. Her lover's fingertips dug into her hips, warning her to remain still even as she helplessly bucked against Cara's hot mouth.
"More, I need more of you..." She whimpered, capturing both her hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and twisting until she felt like bolts of lightning were darting across her. Cara's hungry aquamarine eyes darkened as the blonde stared up at her, the sight of her lover's tongue rasping and twirling over her hard clit was just so arousal when combined with the sharp delicious sensation. The sounds of Cara's hungrily suckling mouth ceased as the blonde slid her tongue through Dahlia's drenched folds. Dahlia screamed when her lover's tongue plunged into the wet confines of her pussy, the rapid licking strokes were destructive to her senses, with one hand Cara lifted her long leg, still draped over the blond's shoulder, higher. She could still hear herself wailing as her mate fucked her hard with the wet velvet of her tongue. Her orgasm coiled tighter in the pit of her stomach, with each thrust of Cara's tongue inside her spasming pussy she was rushed toward the edge of ecstasy. She tugged at her nipples as her brilliant blue eyes fluttered closed, still she could see light sparkling in the inky darkness. The dungeon was too hot, there was too much heat thrumming inside her and around her. Her mate growled as she shoved her tongue inside her over and over again, lapping at the juices that ran from her cunt, she arced her hips in Cara's firm hands, as the blonde fucked her tongue through her clenching inner muscles. She was going to cum, she could feel it barrelling toward her.
"...Cara...I'm not going to last..."
"Give it all to me Dahlia, cum for me now..." Cara's dark croon sliced through her senses, setting her alight, her body obeyed it's beloved mate. She exploded. Her orgasm was wave after wave of exquisite blazing ecstasy. She felt herself crumble as her inner muscles pulsed and clenched, amazingly satiated beyond anything imaginable and yet starved for more of Cara. Her spasming muscles were unable to hold her own weight as pleasure seared through her like molten lava. Ragged gasps fell from her lips as she fought to suck in each breath. A single tear wended it's way down her face as she panted and moaned roughly. Sparks of pleasure shuddered through her like a river of reverberating heat. It felt like long glorious hours until her orgasm ebbed and allowed her to regain some control over her sweat soaked body once again, only then did she become aware of herself being cradled tenderly in Cara's lap on the prison, straw covered, floor. The other Mord'Sith stroked her lithe perspiration dampened back as she rested her head on her lover's leather-clad shoulder. It was an effort to force her dazed blue eyes open to see the world blurring before her. Her powerful orgasm had drained her of all her energy, she could barely lift her head to lovingly nip at Cara's delicate earlobe. A weak smile titled her lips upward when she felt her mate shiver responsively against her naked chest.
"...I do hope you're not too exhausted, my mate, because we are far from finished..." Cara rasped into her ear. Dahlia felt the immense satiation pouring through her veins readily twist, and turn into arousal once again at the prospect of returning the pleasure the other woman had just given her twofold. Cara wasn't the only one who had spent the better part of a year dreaming of this, their reunion, neither of them was going to stop until every fibre of their soulmate sang with joy, contentedness and completion at being reclaimed by the other. Dahlia pushed her glistening torso away from Cara's ample chest, her tormented nipples still ached for her lover's carefully precise attention, she straddled the other woman's thighs, for the moment, encased in blood-red leather. She bared her perfect white teeth in a wolfish grin as she slowly started to unlace Cara's leather shirt with practised ease and quickness. The blonde Mord'Sith returned her predatory smile.
"...Thats my girl"
TBC. . .