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19 January 2012 @ 07:54 pm
Fic: Teasing and Follow-Through (Denna/Cara)  
Title: Teasing and Follow-Through
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Length: 1659
Warnings: agiel-play, dom/sub
Summary/Notes: Cara's a young Mord'Sith and she teases too far. Denna doesn't let anyone win against her. Written for the Seeker Porn Battle prompts "agiel-play", "gowns and masks", and "Mord'Sith games"



The hall was filled with magical light thanks to Lord Rahl. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, and if one looked straight up it was almost blinding. Below the lights, glittering with satin and jewels, a thousand men and women swirled around the dance floor to the accompaniment of strings. Every face was masked, every body primped and squeezed and adorned. This masquerade only happened once a year, and the entire nobility of D'Hara never failed to go overboard with celebration.

Somewhere on the dance floor, Lord Rahl himself would be taking advantage of the masked anonymity to charm and seduce. Denna had advised against it, but knew before the words were out of her mouth that it would be in vain. Lord Rahl did as he pleased.

He wasn't the only one. Shimmering in silver and gold, breasts corseted to the perfect roundness and height, one of the masked dancers swaggered her way to where Denna stood guard at the edges.

Even in heels, it was a poor disguise. Denna pursed her lips in annoyance. Apparently Dahlia and Berdine weren't the only ones who'd taken Garen's challenge to appear outside of their leathers.

"Leathers can be dull," Cara swirled around Denna—she couldn't walk well in the heels, but every swerve of her hips made the skirts flow around her legs in a way that did, indeed, look elegant. She pressed close, her lips teasing at Denna's earlobe. "At least when you wear them, Denna. Quite a...wooden look."

The agiel sang under Denna's fingertips; she caressed the weapon sheathed at her waist. "I'm doing my duty, Cara, which is something that cannot be said of you."

"Can you call it duty if Lord Rahl didn't give you a command?" Cara pulled out Denna's agiel and tapped it against her lips, eyes dancing dangerously behind her feathered mask. "Or are you speaking of your personal duty to not make a fool of yourself—a difficult task, no doubt."

Denna had been Darken's right hand for only a matter of months, but Cara had only been a fully-fledged mistress for that long. The young Mord'Sith had no right to speak to Denna as an equal, and with a cool glare she conveyed that disdain to the woman in silks.

Cara only smirked and kissed the tip of the weapon without flinching. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Your only way to stand out among the crowd is to be improperly dressed."

"You are a fool in ruffles," Denna remarked, snatching her agiel back with cold anger in her eyes. "Mord'Sith do not frolic amongst nobles or commoners, no matter the situation."

Cara answered only with an emotionless laugh. "I can play every game Lord Rahl starts, Denna. Until he calls it frolicking, I will not."

There was no getting to the young woman. She'd always been willful, stubborn, and out to make her mark amongst the sisters. Every action was but a ruse—yet Denna couldn't keep the seething irritation from rising. "You're dressed like a whore."

"Lord Rahl likes whores," Cara purred without even an offended pause. She flaunted herself at Denna's side again, impertinent fingers sliding up the Mord'Sith's leather-clad arm. "Of course, he has you, but tonight I think he wants a change."

It was too much to take. Denna seized the front of Cara's dress and pushed her off the dance floor. As she expected, the woman couldn't protest while trapped in precarious heels. Cara stumbled while dragged along and Denna hissed murderously. Amongst the darkened pillars, she slammed Cara's back against one and relished the slight gasp of breath.

"This dress suits you," she said, pinning the blonde woman in place. "You disgrace every sister of the agiel with this frivolity."

"It's a challenge," Cara retorted, shifting to a more defensive stance—but not yet trying to break free. "Even you should have had the wits to notice that."

Denna wouldn't give her the chance for escape. Hefting her agiel into a firm grip, she yanked the gold and silver skirts up to Cara's waist and slid the weapon between her legs.

Cara sucked in a breath only to let out half a snort. "I don't even have to pay you...what a perfect whore you are, Denna."

A rough kiss stopped that smirking mouth. Denna crushed her lips to Cara's, claiming her subordinate with a demanding tongue. And before Cara could even think of enjoying herself, the tip of the agiel slid from cunt to clit and stayed in place.

Cara's breath hitched and she bit into Denna's tongue, limbs tensing.

Denna only put more pressure on the little nub, biting back more harshly until she could taste blood. No playing nice for the first mistress. Something that was neither pain nor pleasure but something far more intense seemed to fill Cara to the brim, making her body shake and little whimpers escape her throat. Agiel play was not uncommon amongst sisters of the agiel, but its pain was never directed at so sensitive an area. Cara could no longer catch a breath as Denna didn't relent, holding her agiel in place and kissing the other woman until her lips were bruised.

"Denna—" The pained cry came with a shaking of limbs.

"Mistress," Denna corrected with the hint of a smile, jabbing her agiel further between Cara's legs.

The weapon was shiny with Cara's arousal and whined as it sent pain up the woman's spine. Nothing like pleasure was displayed across Cara's face—it was something indescribable, a sensation no one would ask for, not even a Mord'Sith. The intensity wracked her limbs, and Denna didn't pull the agiel away until Cara spasmed harshly.

Losing the sensation made Cara slump against the pillar, limbs like jelly. The cruel mockery of orgasm had left her weak, and it was Denna's turn to smirk. "Anything to say, Cara?"

"Bitch," the blonde muttered, breathing heavy and eyes closed.

Denna rolled her eyes. Stubborn girl—why Darken had kept her, Denna would never know. While Cara was still weak, Denna dragged her to a chaise against the wall and tossed her onto it. She fell back with legs spread and skirts still around her waist. A hard smirk on her face, Denna knelt between her legs and said shortly, "Now this, Cara, is a perfect whore."

Despite the discomfort, Cara's sex glimmered with the wetness of arousal, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching. But the agiel had done its work and the woman lay submissively still, panting for breath. A slight tug from Denna and her breasts spilled out of the corset.

"Do you still plan to taunt me?" the first mistress asked in a cool tone.

Cara managed a glare but nothing more. Denna flicked the agiel over her clit and Cara shuddered. "No...Denna," she finally said through gritted teeth.

"Mistress," Denna retorted, flicking again and harder.

Cara whimpered and gripped the edge of the chaise.

"Say it." Denna slid her weapon slowly into Cara's sex, watching the twitching of every muscle as the pain filled her from inside out.

"I won't taunt, mistress Denna," Cara cried out, voice strangled and reluctant—yet sincere.

This was more satisfying than any costume party, Denna told herself, the warmth of smugness filling her chest. This was what she was made for. "On your hands and knees, then. Whore or Mord'Sith, if you do not perform as required then you must be punished."

With a rustle of skirts, Cara obeyed, throat still pulsing at a quick pace. Her full breasts hung free of the corset, her ass round and dotted with a couple freckles where it was framed by the skirts shoved around her waist. "Yes, Mistress Denna," Cara said under her breath.

Smiling just a little, Denna thrust the agiel back into Cara's cunt without warning. If the woman had expected a spanking, or perhaps a fingerfucking, she was sorely mistaken. Denna ignored the shocked sounds of pain, and the way Cara arched her back and tightened her jaw.

The agiel screamed, Cara whimpered, and Denna hissed her pleasure while dominating the younger Mord'Sith. Cara seemed to melt as the agiel fucked her, trembling with the sensation, almost pulling away from every thrust. Yet she took it. Denna showed no mercy, and felt no guilt at all due to the force of her punishment. Cara would know her place.

Not a sound of protest escaped the woman while Denna fucked her. Each breath was half a cry escaping through clenched teeth, and she kept her eyes shut. Yet she did not ask for any cessation of the punishment.

And at last, before Denna had quite finished, Cara shuddered in true orgasm with a wanton moan.

"Whore," Denna breathed in her ear, and Cara didn't even glare.

When she finally withdrew the agiel, the younger Mord'Sith collapsed onto the couch. "Clean it," Denna demanded, thrusting the agiel towards her lips.

Cara obeyed without hesitation, licking her own essence from the weapon. As soon as it was clean, she collapsed back in a heap of her own dress, legs and breasts still bare.

"Remember," Denna said smoothly, rising from the chaise. "A Mord'Sith doesn't have to look like a whore to be striking. Lord Rahl plays his games, Cara, but I play mine too. And I don't dance around the rules—I play hard, and I win."

"Yes, mistress Denna," Cara murmured behind shut eyes.

It was all Denna needed to hear, sincere or said only to spare herself more punishment.

The masquerade carried on, but Denna hid her cards from no one. Someday she might have to take drastic action, and on that day she didn't want anyone to know how she looked when she played her games. Not Cara, not her other sisters, not even Lord Rahl.

Cara was young, and played simple games. Denna did not. Yet she would win them all the same, and in the end...she would win everything.



 
 
 
mm_burnttoastmm_burnttoast on January 20th, 2012 05:47 am (UTC)
This was great. The dynamic between the two is interesting and I sorta adore how callous Denna is. She's mean, conniving and doesn't hide it. Awesome job!
Merry Fivanolix on January 20th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Denna is definitely a HBIC, yes indeed
Riona: cara agielhrhrionastar on January 20th, 2012 02:20 pm (UTC)
Wow, this is so intense. For some reason, I adore the image of Cara in heels and fancy gown, and Denna so bitter and dominating.


Cara answered only with an emotionless laugh. "I can play every game Lord Rahl starts, Denna. Until he calls it frolicking, I will not."

There was no getting to the young woman. She'd always been willful, stubborn, and out to make her mark amongst the sisters. Every action was but a ruse—yet Denna couldn't keep the seething irritation from rising. "You're dressed like a whore."

"Lord Rahl likes whores," Cara purred without even an offended pause. She flaunted herself at Denna's side again, impertinent fingers sliding up the Mord'Sith's leather-clad arm. "Of course, he has you, but tonight I think he wants a change."


Awww, I love insolent!Cara :D
Merry Fivanolix on January 20th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Intense, yes, that's how I see any Denna/Cara interaction. Especially here where neither of them are settled into their roles among the Mord'Sith.
kali_blue: Tabrett LOSkali_blue on January 20th, 2012 06:14 pm (UTC)
Denna does not taunt; she plays the long game. Her absolute control and resolve worked well with a young Cara. Makes me contemplate how rigid is too rigid; time will tell.

Wonderful window into an earlier time, before Cara is able to take her down. Paybacks will be a bitch, because hot damn that was one nasty lesson. ;)

Edited at 2012-01-20 06:14 pm (UTC)
Merry Fivanolix on January 20th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I really enjoy exploring Denna/Cara, and especially like this when it's before they really know how to deal with each other
cara_cerseicara_cersei on January 20th, 2012 06:25 pm (UTC)
This is really, good, well done!
Merry Fivanolix on January 20th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
synergyfox: LotS: Denna - Mistresssynergyfox on January 20th, 2012 08:55 pm (UTC)
Asdfjklfgkcshhjkdsjkon;

@.@

*tries to get brain unmushed*

Denna so...

Cara so...

Nghn.
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:29 am (UTC)
XD XD XD
synergyfox: LotS: Denna - Close Upsynergyfox on January 22nd, 2012 06:05 pm (UTC)
And now that I've managed to reread; it's very GoT. You win the game or you die. *pats Denna's head* if only you weren't Targaryen blonde you'd be a perfect Lannister.



Edited at 2012-01-22 06:06 pm (UTC)
strongwoman62strongwoman62 on January 20th, 2012 09:30 pm (UTC)
Great story!

You did a wonderful job of showing us the seeds of the women that Cara & Denna will eventually become. It's particularly interesting to see young reckless Cara, who really doesn't have the wisdom yet to anticipate the consequences of actions, especially when dealing with a master game player like Denna.

I'm a huge fan of stories showing the interaction amongst the Mord'Sith, and a great story like this featuring Denna and Cara is pure gold!
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:29 am (UTC)
Thank you! Mord'Sith interaction is something I love exploring
Tam, Ioanntamardia on January 20th, 2012 10:18 pm (UTC)
Hands down, wonderful. Reading it on LANparty tho ...

Buddy: 'What are you reading?'
Me: *busy reading* Porn.
All buddies: *wierd look* Okaaay ... That was straight on.

Remind me not to do that again?
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
Heh, yes, I'll remind you ;)
Alex O'Cadythedawn on January 21st, 2012 04:18 am (UTC)
Hnngh. I loved the power play in this. So very delicious. And I will never refuse the mental image of Cara in a dress (especially being debauched while in said dress), because that's just damn hot.
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
Thank you! Isn't debauchery the whole point of putting Cara in a dress? ;)
Alex O'Cadythedawn on January 21st, 2012 08:37 am (UTC)
LOL...Touche. I don't know, I could just stare at her in a dress too (and...maybe have occasionally >_>). Debauchery is like a super extra bonus :D
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:38 am (UTC)
If Cara's in a dress, I'm afraid all I can think of is her debauching someone or being debauched...just hnnngh @__@
Alex O'Cadythedawn on January 21st, 2012 08:41 am (UTC)
Well, to be fair, my thoughts are not exactly chaste when I'm staring at her in a dress...so maybe her just being in a dress is debauchery? :P
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:43 am (UTC)
Cara's very existence is a form of debauchery...debauchery of every mind in the audience
Alex O'Cadythedawn on January 21st, 2012 08:44 am (UTC)
Yes, yes it is. And it's a beautiful thing.
endgirl: denna in redendgirl on January 21st, 2012 06:00 am (UTC)
GUUUUUH.

I have no coherent thoughts for this. Just. Nnnngh.

*clings to fic*

I love the dynamic so much -- Cara is perfect as the insolent brat, and Denna is so delicious all ~mistressy and cold. WANT SO MUCH MORE OF THIS.
Merry Fivanolix on January 21st, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
Thank you! I had a great time writing these two like this
trexkittentrexkitten on January 21st, 2012 02:11 pm (UTC)
Gotta love Mistress Denna, great fic. :)
Merry Fivanolix on January 22nd, 2012 08:45 am (UTC)
Thank you!
butchonbutchon on January 23rd, 2012 08:57 pm (UTC)
Oh, perfect.
I love the way you write power play.
Merry Fivanolix on January 24th, 2012 04:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you!