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Title: White Hot
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Rating: NC-17 (this might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written)
Word Count: 1001
Warnings: Unorthodox use of agiels. Yes. It's exactly what you think it is. Also unbeta'd because of course I left filling prompts until the last minute.
Summary: The magic sizzled against her skin, surging through her, pain and pleasure spiking in its wake.
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The magic sizzled against her skin, surging through her, pain and pleasure spiking in its wake. Cara grinned, wide and fierce, leaning in, pushing closer so that the agiel pressed more firmly against her skin.
The pain won this time but she rode it out, her hips bucking as her teeth clenched so hard that she tasted metal on her tongue, blood red iron, slick and sharp and clean.
It painted her lips red and she leaned in closer still, pressing them against Dahlia's mouth to paint her, too, stain her with the feel of this, the sharp-edged glory of it. Dahlia's lips parted under her onslaught and Cara could feel it, feel the surge of magic flowing through her and into Dahlia, setting Dahlia's nerve endings alight until she was gasping into Cara's mouth, her hips bucking against Cara's.
Dahlia's leathers were slick and smooth under Cara's fingertips, and Cara slid her hand higher, finding Dahlia's laces, tugging them free, focused on the task even as the pain took her apart.
Took her apart and rebuilt her anew.
Dahlia was the first to pull away, her eyes wide and black, blood now staining her mouth, wet and brilliant red, and not all of it was Cara's. Dahlia's chest was heaving as the move pulled her agiel away from Cara's flesh and Cara missed it instantly, that pain and pleasure, all mingled in together until she scarcely knew where one ended and the next began. It didn't matter - all that mattered was the sweet taste of Dahlia's lips under hers, the swell of Dahlia's breast under her fingertips, the wetness that even now Cara knew would be rising underneath Dahlia's leathers.
She moved closer, growling low under her breath as Dahlia's agiel once again slid over her skin, more lightly this time, sending tingles through her, ones that built in intensity as Dahlia teased and taunted her. She was too hungry for this, too impatient for this slow build; she lowered her head, teeth sharp against Dahlia's skin as she suckled and nipped, loving the low groan that Dahlia let out, the way that Dahlia's hips bucked against her again, hard and demanding as her busy fingers made light work of Dahlia's leathers.
Once she'd freed Dahlia's breasts from their constraints, Cara's hand moved to her own agiel. Dahlia let out a soft sigh as she slid it free, leaning back so beautifully, so submissively, her eyes lowered as she watched Cara hungrily from beneath the lids. Such a tantalising sight, laid out just for her, and Cara wasn't going to disappoint her. She pressed her agiel against Dahlia's eager flesh, sliding it smoothly over Dahlia's curves, circling her lover's tight nipples.
Dahlia whimpered, her back arching as she fought the conflicting desires - move closer to the pleasure, retreat from the pain. The pleasure won out, her fingers coming up to cup her own breasts, holding them steady for Cara to tease and torment, both with the agiel and Cara's own - still leather clad - fingers.
Tears rolled down Dahlia's cheek, fat and full of desire, and Cara leaned closer, licking up the taste even as she slid her agiel lower, slipping it inside Dahlia's leathers to press hard against Dahlia's clit.
Dahlia screamed, her body jerking as she lost the battle, coming hard - coming apart - under Cara's touch. Cara kept her there, on the knife's edge as the shudders wracked her body, until the cries she let out were hoarse, broken, her body twitching uncontrollably and the tears now streaming down her face.
Only then did Cara release her, sliding her agiel free and watching as Dahlia collapsed, her knees giving out so that she slumped to the floor, her eyes still wide but lost now, still shivering with the remnants of pleasure and pain.
On her knees was exactly where Cara wanted her, and she took the time to strip slowly, watching Dahlia slowly recover herself at her feet. Only once she was naked did Dahlia focus on her, Dahlia's gaze back to hungry as she let her eyes roam over Cara's body. Cara smirked at her again, leaning back against the table, sliding her legs apart slowly and deliberately, leaving Dahlia in no doubt of her desire.
She was already slick and wet - making Dahlia come, using the agiel on Dahlia always made her wet - and Dahlia leaned in closer, closing her eyes and breathing the scent of Cara's desire in. Her mouth followed, that clever, agile tongue flicking against Cara's skin, moving steadily upwards until she could taste Cara's desire as well as smell it.
Dahlia's hand reached for her agiel again and Cara closed her eyes, her body already tight with expectation.
Dahlia didn't disappoint her - Dahlia never disappointed her, not in this, and the first touch of the agiel against her skin made her gasp, prickles of sensation rising, growing stronger as Dahlia slid the weapon up her leg. Cara's thighs tightened, and she'd feel it tomorrow, that ache every time she moved, reminding her of this.
Still teasing her, Dahlia slid the agiel still higher, over the soft, delicate skin of Cara's inner thighs, then higher still.
Yes. Dahlia couldn't take this, was overwhelmed by it still, but Cara... Cara had always had a stronger threshold for pain, and for pleasure.
She arched her head back, her fingers clenching against the wood beneath her and her thighs spreading more widely apart, ready for this, so ready for this. But still Dahlia teased her, letting the agiel brush against her clit, sliding it through her wetness until Cara was soaked, the agiel glistening in the candlelight.
And then - only then - did Dahlia slide it home, pushing it deeply into Cara with one smooth stroke.
The world whited out, Cara's scream ringing out until there was nothing, nothing else but the fire burning her from the inside out, consuming her and leaving nothing but white-hot pleasure behind.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Dahlia
Rating: NC-17 (this might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written)
Word Count: 1001
Warnings: Unorthodox use of agiels. Yes. It's exactly what you think it is. Also unbeta'd because of course I left filling prompts until the last minute.
Summary: The magic sizzled against her skin, surging through her, pain and pleasure spiking in its wake.
-o-
The magic sizzled against her skin, surging through her, pain and pleasure spiking in its wake. Cara grinned, wide and fierce, leaning in, pushing closer so that the agiel pressed more firmly against her skin.
The pain won this time but she rode it out, her hips bucking as her teeth clenched so hard that she tasted metal on her tongue, blood red iron, slick and sharp and clean.
It painted her lips red and she leaned in closer still, pressing them against Dahlia's mouth to paint her, too, stain her with the feel of this, the sharp-edged glory of it. Dahlia's lips parted under her onslaught and Cara could feel it, feel the surge of magic flowing through her and into Dahlia, setting Dahlia's nerve endings alight until she was gasping into Cara's mouth, her hips bucking against Cara's.
Dahlia's leathers were slick and smooth under Cara's fingertips, and Cara slid her hand higher, finding Dahlia's laces, tugging them free, focused on the task even as the pain took her apart.
Took her apart and rebuilt her anew.
Dahlia was the first to pull away, her eyes wide and black, blood now staining her mouth, wet and brilliant red, and not all of it was Cara's. Dahlia's chest was heaving as the move pulled her agiel away from Cara's flesh and Cara missed it instantly, that pain and pleasure, all mingled in together until she scarcely knew where one ended and the next began. It didn't matter - all that mattered was the sweet taste of Dahlia's lips under hers, the swell of Dahlia's breast under her fingertips, the wetness that even now Cara knew would be rising underneath Dahlia's leathers.
She moved closer, growling low under her breath as Dahlia's agiel once again slid over her skin, more lightly this time, sending tingles through her, ones that built in intensity as Dahlia teased and taunted her. She was too hungry for this, too impatient for this slow build; she lowered her head, teeth sharp against Dahlia's skin as she suckled and nipped, loving the low groan that Dahlia let out, the way that Dahlia's hips bucked against her again, hard and demanding as her busy fingers made light work of Dahlia's leathers.
Once she'd freed Dahlia's breasts from their constraints, Cara's hand moved to her own agiel. Dahlia let out a soft sigh as she slid it free, leaning back so beautifully, so submissively, her eyes lowered as she watched Cara hungrily from beneath the lids. Such a tantalising sight, laid out just for her, and Cara wasn't going to disappoint her. She pressed her agiel against Dahlia's eager flesh, sliding it smoothly over Dahlia's curves, circling her lover's tight nipples.
Dahlia whimpered, her back arching as she fought the conflicting desires - move closer to the pleasure, retreat from the pain. The pleasure won out, her fingers coming up to cup her own breasts, holding them steady for Cara to tease and torment, both with the agiel and Cara's own - still leather clad - fingers.
Tears rolled down Dahlia's cheek, fat and full of desire, and Cara leaned closer, licking up the taste even as she slid her agiel lower, slipping it inside Dahlia's leathers to press hard against Dahlia's clit.
Dahlia screamed, her body jerking as she lost the battle, coming hard - coming apart - under Cara's touch. Cara kept her there, on the knife's edge as the shudders wracked her body, until the cries she let out were hoarse, broken, her body twitching uncontrollably and the tears now streaming down her face.
Only then did Cara release her, sliding her agiel free and watching as Dahlia collapsed, her knees giving out so that she slumped to the floor, her eyes still wide but lost now, still shivering with the remnants of pleasure and pain.
On her knees was exactly where Cara wanted her, and she took the time to strip slowly, watching Dahlia slowly recover herself at her feet. Only once she was naked did Dahlia focus on her, Dahlia's gaze back to hungry as she let her eyes roam over Cara's body. Cara smirked at her again, leaning back against the table, sliding her legs apart slowly and deliberately, leaving Dahlia in no doubt of her desire.
She was already slick and wet - making Dahlia come, using the agiel on Dahlia always made her wet - and Dahlia leaned in closer, closing her eyes and breathing the scent of Cara's desire in. Her mouth followed, that clever, agile tongue flicking against Cara's skin, moving steadily upwards until she could taste Cara's desire as well as smell it.
Dahlia's hand reached for her agiel again and Cara closed her eyes, her body already tight with expectation.
Dahlia didn't disappoint her - Dahlia never disappointed her, not in this, and the first touch of the agiel against her skin made her gasp, prickles of sensation rising, growing stronger as Dahlia slid the weapon up her leg. Cara's thighs tightened, and she'd feel it tomorrow, that ache every time she moved, reminding her of this.
Still teasing her, Dahlia slid the agiel still higher, over the soft, delicate skin of Cara's inner thighs, then higher still.
Yes. Dahlia couldn't take this, was overwhelmed by it still, but Cara... Cara had always had a stronger threshold for pain, and for pleasure.
She arched her head back, her fingers clenching against the wood beneath her and her thighs spreading more widely apart, ready for this, so ready for this. But still Dahlia teased her, letting the agiel brush against her clit, sliding it through her wetness until Cara was soaked, the agiel glistening in the candlelight.
And then - only then - did Dahlia slide it home, pushing it deeply into Cara with one smooth stroke.
The world whited out, Cara's scream ringing out until there was nothing, nothing else but the fire burning her from the inside out, consuming her and leaving nothing but white-hot pleasure behind.