Calloused Chapter 12
The blacksmith stared at her like she had grown a pair of wings. Cara only grunted, her eyebrows lowering into a caustic glare.
"You heard me, blacksmith." She growled menacingly. The man knew better than to resist her request, but it was truly strange to him that a woman would want a sword to begin with.
"But m'lady, you are but a wo-woman!" Suddenly Cara gripped the poor man's apron, pulling him within 3 inches of her face.
"I. Want. A. Sword." She hissed. The man merely nodded, and he was thrown back on his feet again, stumbling.
Cara knew she had no need for a sword. She still felt the agiel burning and tingling against her hand as she gripped it. The idea though--that maybe she may need a weapon that didn't rely on a certain person's magic--was lingering long after she shooed the thoughts away. Richard hadn't been seen or heard of since they left him. She only had word from travelers and merchants, but she knew better than to be too comfy in paradise. She remembered the stone that had been given to her and Kahlan, but feared it's magic, and what it might bring to light.
Cara watched the blacksmith pound steel against the anvil, listening to every clang of the hammer as if it were merely the ticking of a clock. Long ago she'd been trained not to startle at a loud noise. Her eyes were fixed on the red glowing metal, face blank with thought. No one dared to say a word to her, but she felt a pair of eyes upon her, and it pulled her quickly out of her stupor. As she turned and scanned the crowd, she saw a black cloak billow before the owner of the cloak simply disappeared.
Cara made her way back to the castle with cautious steps, eyes flickering around her to see if anyone else had found her interesting. Not one person dared to look her in the eyes, and she made her way through the crowds of people like one would swim through a river. At last, when she came to a member of the Home Guard standing at the gate through the castle, he merely nodded at her, and let her continue into the castle. Cara felt tense and tired; she had been forgoing sleep so that she may continue to be haunted by the thoughts and worries that often plagued her mind.
When she arrived at the Mother Confessor's personal quarters, she quickly scanned the room before she stepped inside. Kahlan was undoubtably doing Council work, but Kahlan didn't always follow schedule. Cara began to quickly shed of her clothing, preparing to take a searingly hot bath alone.
"Alexis!" she yelled. The young girl was immediately at the door, already used to seeing Cara stark naked.
"Yes, Mistress?" She replied.
"Prepare a bath for me please." Cara said simply with flat inflection. To one who didn't know Cara and her ways, they might have thought she was fond of having maids and servants replying to her every beck and call, but they would be very wrong. Cara hated all the pomp and circumstance surrounded around being the mate of the Mother Confessor. It was endlessly frustrating that she couldn't merely fetch the hot water herself, or prepare a meal on her own. She ached to be out in the forests of the Midlands, making due with what she had. Of course the food that was prepared for her was delicious (unlike her spice soup), and the hot water was always at it's hottest when someone else fetched it and ran down the hall with it, but Cara wanted the ease, the simplicity of being alone. With a sigh she realized she spent very little time alone until she arrived at Aydindril.
Soon the water was in the bath, and she got in, letting the scaldingly hot water wash over her. Alexis waited patiently, her eyes unfocused and merely staring blankly at Cara's general area.
"You may leave now, Alexis." Cara sighed. With a blink, the girl was gone.
She thought about the night they had spent together a week ago, the catalyst that left her in Kahlan's personal quarters, sleeping right beside her every night. Cara cringed at the thought of her personal weakness, telling Kahlan almost all of her fears and secrets in her drunken stupor. It wasn't becoming of a Mord-Sith to wear her heart on her sleeve like that. Cara knitted her brow as how little of her life these days actually resembled the life she lived before Kahlan. Cara sunk her head below the now luke warm water, her long blonde hair swirling around in the water like little strands of ribbon dancing in a gust of wind. Cara opened her eyes, only to see a blurry face staring down at her. Her shock caused her to breath in a mouth full of water. She rose to the surface immediately, coughing and sputtering.
"Oh no! I'm sorry!" Kahlan yelled in immediate apology. She slapped her hand against Cara's back as she coughed. When Cara eventually caught her breath, she turned to Kahlan, her green eyes almost glowing with anger.
"Never do that again!" Cara yelled, her voice sounding hoarse from coughing so hard. Kahlan began to giggle, and then full blown laughter erupted from her. Cara glared at her until she began to settle down again.
"What is so funny?" She said, her hair matted down on her head, and Kahlan smiled happily at how young she looked.
"Oh... you, I guess." Kahlan replied. Cara bit her lip, and tried not to smile. Eventually she stopped trying, and a sly smirk was on her lips. Kahlan put her hands on both sides of Cara's face, and kissed her gently, almost like a whisper against Cara's full lips.
"I sense a problem, Kahlan." Cara said with mock seriousness.
"Oh?" Kahlan replied coyly.
"One of us is naked, and the other is not." Cara continued. Kahlan took in a tiny breath, her smile turning into a look of hot desire.
"Get out of the bath." Kahlan whispered. The blonde Mord-Sith stood slowly, her body glistening, and stepped out of the bath. She took Kahlan's hand with all the gentleness she could possess, and lead her toward the bed.
Cara laid her on the bed before crawling over and straddling Kahlan's thighs. The Confessor's breaths were shallow and quick, giving away her deep burning desire. Slowly, Cara began to undo the laces to Kahlan's bodice, every lace undone slowly letting free the heaving breasts of the Mother Confessor. Kahlan's pupils were large, foretelling a future release.
When Cara pulled away the imposing leather and silk on Kahlan's body, Cara leaned forward, her eyes meeting Kahlan's, and began to run her lips over Kahlan's stiff left nipple. Kahlan couldn't stop her hips from slowly grinding against Cara's body even if she tried. The contact wasn't nearly enough, but feeling Cara's hot core against her was a torture divine.
Cara made her way to the other nipple, her tongue peeking out to lick against the straining peak. Kahlan had never experienced this side of Cara--usually the sex was rough and passionate--but the slow calculated movements left her body simmering with desire. The grinding of Kahlan's hips against Cara left her incredibly close, so Cara sat up on her knees, eliminating the contact. Kahlan whimpered a little at the loss, but Cara shut her up with the sight of Cara grabbing and pulling at her own breasts. Cara moaned with strain--she was barely able to keep it together herself. Kahlan's blue eyes were a dull gray, threatening to go black at any minute. She took it upon herself to do something unprecedented and flipped Cara onto her back. Cara gasped in surprise, but her handed didn't cease to knead her own breasts. Kahlan wasted no time with teasing.
Kahlan's mouth latched onto Cara's outer lips, nipping and sucking at the pink swollen flesh. Cara's hips jerked, she was so close. Kahlan was enjoying this game, and only ran her tongue through Cara's folds with a very shallow lick. Cara was breathing with difficulty.
"Please, Kahlan." She groaned. Kahlan felt a jolt go to her core.
"Call me Mistress." She replied, surprising even herself at that moment. Cara's eyes locked on to hers.
"Fuck me, Mistress." Cara growled. That was all it took, and Kahlan was knuckle deep inside her.
Cara kept her eyes on Kahlan's swaying breasts as she began to pound her fingers into Cara's slick pussy. If Cara tried to determine whether this was making love or fucking, she couldn't. They were happily dancing on a thin line between the two. Cara felt the beginnings of an orgasm slowly crest in her body. It felt like being under a large imposing wave of emotion. She didn't want to let go before Kahlan, but when she met her eyes again it was obvious that Kahlan wanted it to happen. Cara had never truly given her complete control. That changed in that moment. Cara couldn't hold back the wave any longer, and simply shattered in orgasm, her groan almost turning into a hoarse scream at the huge release. Kahlan just stared at her in wonder, her mouth open wide, sucking air into her lungs in an effort to breathe. Cara didn't say a word, just leaned forward to grab Kahlan and yank her hips toward her face.
Kahlan didn't take much to get her end. Cara's mouth was experienced and hungry, nipping and sucking at Kahlan's flesh with reckless abandon. Cara's lips latched around the Mother Confessor's clit and sucked on it while flicking her tongue across the top of it. Kahlan couldn't stop her moans and exclamations of language she dared not to say in front of anyone but Cara. All it took was a tongue greedily lapping at her wetness for Kahlan to fall over the edge with a low angry grunt. When Cara let go, they just laid there on the bed, catching their breath. Kahlan, always the one to talk about what was on her mind, began to speak with winded breath.
"What... got INTO you, Cara?" Kahlan managed to gasp. Cara reached out for Kahlan's hand, and gripped it hard.
"I am yours." Cara replied simply.
"You heard me, blacksmith." She growled menacingly. The man knew better than to resist her request, but it was truly strange to him that a woman would want a sword to begin with.
"But m'lady, you are but a wo-woman!" Suddenly Cara gripped the poor man's apron, pulling him within 3 inches of her face.
"I. Want. A. Sword." She hissed. The man merely nodded, and he was thrown back on his feet again, stumbling.
Cara knew she had no need for a sword. She still felt the agiel burning and tingling against her hand as she gripped it. The idea though--that maybe she may need a weapon that didn't rely on a certain person's magic--was lingering long after she shooed the thoughts away. Richard hadn't been seen or heard of since they left him. She only had word from travelers and merchants, but she knew better than to be too comfy in paradise. She remembered the stone that had been given to her and Kahlan, but feared it's magic, and what it might bring to light.
Cara watched the blacksmith pound steel against the anvil, listening to every clang of the hammer as if it were merely the ticking of a clock. Long ago she'd been trained not to startle at a loud noise. Her eyes were fixed on the red glowing metal, face blank with thought. No one dared to say a word to her, but she felt a pair of eyes upon her, and it pulled her quickly out of her stupor. As she turned and scanned the crowd, she saw a black cloak billow before the owner of the cloak simply disappeared.
Cara made her way back to the castle with cautious steps, eyes flickering around her to see if anyone else had found her interesting. Not one person dared to look her in the eyes, and she made her way through the crowds of people like one would swim through a river. At last, when she came to a member of the Home Guard standing at the gate through the castle, he merely nodded at her, and let her continue into the castle. Cara felt tense and tired; she had been forgoing sleep so that she may continue to be haunted by the thoughts and worries that often plagued her mind.
When she arrived at the Mother Confessor's personal quarters, she quickly scanned the room before she stepped inside. Kahlan was undoubtably doing Council work, but Kahlan didn't always follow schedule. Cara began to quickly shed of her clothing, preparing to take a searingly hot bath alone.
"Alexis!" she yelled. The young girl was immediately at the door, already used to seeing Cara stark naked.
"Yes, Mistress?" She replied.
"Prepare a bath for me please." Cara said simply with flat inflection. To one who didn't know Cara and her ways, they might have thought she was fond of having maids and servants replying to her every beck and call, but they would be very wrong. Cara hated all the pomp and circumstance surrounded around being the mate of the Mother Confessor. It was endlessly frustrating that she couldn't merely fetch the hot water herself, or prepare a meal on her own. She ached to be out in the forests of the Midlands, making due with what she had. Of course the food that was prepared for her was delicious (unlike her spice soup), and the hot water was always at it's hottest when someone else fetched it and ran down the hall with it, but Cara wanted the ease, the simplicity of being alone. With a sigh she realized she spent very little time alone until she arrived at Aydindril.
Soon the water was in the bath, and she got in, letting the scaldingly hot water wash over her. Alexis waited patiently, her eyes unfocused and merely staring blankly at Cara's general area.
"You may leave now, Alexis." Cara sighed. With a blink, the girl was gone.
She thought about the night they had spent together a week ago, the catalyst that left her in Kahlan's personal quarters, sleeping right beside her every night. Cara cringed at the thought of her personal weakness, telling Kahlan almost all of her fears and secrets in her drunken stupor. It wasn't becoming of a Mord-Sith to wear her heart on her sleeve like that. Cara knitted her brow as how little of her life these days actually resembled the life she lived before Kahlan. Cara sunk her head below the now luke warm water, her long blonde hair swirling around in the water like little strands of ribbon dancing in a gust of wind. Cara opened her eyes, only to see a blurry face staring down at her. Her shock caused her to breath in a mouth full of water. She rose to the surface immediately, coughing and sputtering.
"Oh no! I'm sorry!" Kahlan yelled in immediate apology. She slapped her hand against Cara's back as she coughed. When Cara eventually caught her breath, she turned to Kahlan, her green eyes almost glowing with anger.
"Never do that again!" Cara yelled, her voice sounding hoarse from coughing so hard. Kahlan began to giggle, and then full blown laughter erupted from her. Cara glared at her until she began to settle down again.
"What is so funny?" She said, her hair matted down on her head, and Kahlan smiled happily at how young she looked.
"Oh... you, I guess." Kahlan replied. Cara bit her lip, and tried not to smile. Eventually she stopped trying, and a sly smirk was on her lips. Kahlan put her hands on both sides of Cara's face, and kissed her gently, almost like a whisper against Cara's full lips.
"I sense a problem, Kahlan." Cara said with mock seriousness.
"Oh?" Kahlan replied coyly.
"One of us is naked, and the other is not." Cara continued. Kahlan took in a tiny breath, her smile turning into a look of hot desire.
"Get out of the bath." Kahlan whispered. The blonde Mord-Sith stood slowly, her body glistening, and stepped out of the bath. She took Kahlan's hand with all the gentleness she could possess, and lead her toward the bed.
Cara laid her on the bed before crawling over and straddling Kahlan's thighs. The Confessor's breaths were shallow and quick, giving away her deep burning desire. Slowly, Cara began to undo the laces to Kahlan's bodice, every lace undone slowly letting free the heaving breasts of the Mother Confessor. Kahlan's pupils were large, foretelling a future release.
When Cara pulled away the imposing leather and silk on Kahlan's body, Cara leaned forward, her eyes meeting Kahlan's, and began to run her lips over Kahlan's stiff left nipple. Kahlan couldn't stop her hips from slowly grinding against Cara's body even if she tried. The contact wasn't nearly enough, but feeling Cara's hot core against her was a torture divine.
Cara made her way to the other nipple, her tongue peeking out to lick against the straining peak. Kahlan had never experienced this side of Cara--usually the sex was rough and passionate--but the slow calculated movements left her body simmering with desire. The grinding of Kahlan's hips against Cara left her incredibly close, so Cara sat up on her knees, eliminating the contact. Kahlan whimpered a little at the loss, but Cara shut her up with the sight of Cara grabbing and pulling at her own breasts. Cara moaned with strain--she was barely able to keep it together herself. Kahlan's blue eyes were a dull gray, threatening to go black at any minute. She took it upon herself to do something unprecedented and flipped Cara onto her back. Cara gasped in surprise, but her handed didn't cease to knead her own breasts. Kahlan wasted no time with teasing.
Kahlan's mouth latched onto Cara's outer lips, nipping and sucking at the pink swollen flesh. Cara's hips jerked, she was so close. Kahlan was enjoying this game, and only ran her tongue through Cara's folds with a very shallow lick. Cara was breathing with difficulty.
"Please, Kahlan." She groaned. Kahlan felt a jolt go to her core.
"Call me Mistress." She replied, surprising even herself at that moment. Cara's eyes locked on to hers.
"Fuck me, Mistress." Cara growled. That was all it took, and Kahlan was knuckle deep inside her.
Cara kept her eyes on Kahlan's swaying breasts as she began to pound her fingers into Cara's slick pussy. If Cara tried to determine whether this was making love or fucking, she couldn't. They were happily dancing on a thin line between the two. Cara felt the beginnings of an orgasm slowly crest in her body. It felt like being under a large imposing wave of emotion. She didn't want to let go before Kahlan, but when she met her eyes again it was obvious that Kahlan wanted it to happen. Cara had never truly given her complete control. That changed in that moment. Cara couldn't hold back the wave any longer, and simply shattered in orgasm, her groan almost turning into a hoarse scream at the huge release. Kahlan just stared at her in wonder, her mouth open wide, sucking air into her lungs in an effort to breathe. Cara didn't say a word, just leaned forward to grab Kahlan and yank her hips toward her face.
Kahlan didn't take much to get her end. Cara's mouth was experienced and hungry, nipping and sucking at Kahlan's flesh with reckless abandon. Cara's lips latched around the Mother Confessor's clit and sucked on it while flicking her tongue across the top of it. Kahlan couldn't stop her moans and exclamations of language she dared not to say in front of anyone but Cara. All it took was a tongue greedily lapping at her wetness for Kahlan to fall over the edge with a low angry grunt. When Cara let go, they just laid there on the bed, catching their breath. Kahlan, always the one to talk about what was on her mind, began to speak with winded breath.
"What... got INTO you, Cara?" Kahlan managed to gasp. Cara reached out for Kahlan's hand, and gripped it hard.
"I am yours." Cara replied simply.