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Seven years earlier.
Star Wars:
The Eclipse before the Dawn
Shadows Jedi Knight Kaydia Voss-Hall and Jedi Master Quentin Hall have uncovered a vast separatist conspiracy, spearheaded by the extremist and former Jedi, Count Dooku.
Tensions grow between the Republic and the Seperatists, as more and more planets join the movement, often as a result of economic pressure as much as shared ideology.
War seems inevitable as both sides are unable to come to an accordance.
Still, the Jedi Shadows pursue answers, on the eve of war:
Who benefits from war between the Republic and the Seperatists?
And what does this have to do with the resurgence of the Sith?
Coruscant, 23 BBY
Room for one more?
Kaydia had been in the shower, with all intentions of getting clean, so she could prepare for tonights assignment. But the sight of her husband, her Quentin, nude with hard cock in hand chased away all other considerations. So, it wasnt surprising that she turned to him, smirking, appreciating how good he looked, how fucking good he always looked. It will be a tight squeeze. But, you always manage to make it fit, dont you?
Then she was wrapped around him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips, smooth, slick muscles swallowing his length. Their bodies moving against and with each others, the mutual pleasure driving them both.
I want to feel your cum in me, while we attend this party, Kaydia moaned, tightening her legs around his waist. It was a true statement, certainly, but it wasnt what she wanted to say. It wasnt the thought on her mind, the thought that had been on her mind more and more lately.I want to have a baby. I want to have your child.
She wasnt trying hard to hide the recurring thought, which had started as slight pleasant fantasies and grew into a stronger and stronger desire. So, it was possible, even likely, that he knew already. They hadnt had a real conversation about it, because it had been a touchy subject for a while. Especially after discovering what Aldanes plans for Linora and her had been. She hoped he might bring it up, that he might just outright tell her how he felt about the idea, without her having to broach the subject. It was one of the benefits of their force bond, wasnt it?
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"The tight squeeze is the best part," Quentin smirked, feeling water spray over him as he pushed into the shower with Kaydia. Her sleek body slipped against his as he kissed her, his hands running down her bare back slowly. Her leg slid over his, her body inviting him as she pressed against him. Muscles in his back and arms rippled as he lifted her, and he gasped aloud as he pressed her back against the wall and thrust deep into her.
"I want to feel your cum in me," she moaned, tightening her legs around his hips, "while we attend this party."
Seven years they'd been lovers, nearly five of them married, and every day was better and sweeter than the on before. Oh, sure, they'd had theur fights and quarrels - what couple didn't? But life with her was nearly perfect. "I think," Quentin gasped against her lips as he drove his length into her, "that I can arrange that." He kissed her, then bit lightly at her throat. "Maybe... I should mark you..?" he moaned, catching her xkin with his lips. "Let everyone see how much you're mine?"
He came with a gutteral cry, hips bucking against hers as his pleasure flooded her. When he was spent he cradled her in his arms, kissing her gently and unwilling to let her go. "When this is over," he gasped, "this investigation, I mean. Let's... slow down for a while." He kissed her again, smiling. "Teach for a while, and... maybe have a child of our own."
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If you want that, She started, trying to hold back how giddy his suggestion made. Trying and failing, as a big, stupid grin took over her face and she plastered him with joyous kisses, Because I want that more than I can begin to say. It was hard to pull away from Quentin now. Now when she wanted nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of his suggestion, and maybe squeeze in another attempt at conception. But there was still the mission tonight to consider. Still, she filled the time spent getting ready with conversation.
Master Yoda asked me if I wanted to take over as curator of the forbidden archives, especially after that mission on Malachor, she offered, patting herself dry. She had already begun analyzing and cataloguing the numerous Sith Holochrons they had retrieved from the ruins of the Trayus Academy.
And there are treatises Ive been wanting to write, she explained, picking out herdressfor the evening. I am not sure how the council would feel about me putting out the details of our force bond out into world, but there is knowledge to be gained from it, and knowledge is power. She was quiet for a moment as she picked out a pair of shoes. Devoting herself back to the Jedi teaching of her youth had been rewarding, but she did still enjoy wearing a fine dress and a nice pair of shoes. It was necessary for the kind of work they did, when they had to infiltrate the gatherings of the wealthy elite, as Sith were attracted to the power that money could provide as much as anyone else. Why shouldnt she enjoy her work? Maybe it too will have to go into the forbidden archives.
And, well, having a baby has been on my mind quite a bit lately, but you probably knew that, didnt you? she confessed as she put on her make-up and styled her hair. Do you think Master Valis would appreciate it if we named the child for him? Because I like Korrin for a boy. For a girl, I cant decide between Mara or Jade. Do you have any ideas?
Turning, she could see he was choosing between a couple ties and she got up to help him, We could tell everyone we are trying to conceive. As part of our cover story, of course, She mentioned, selecting a bronze tie that very nearly matched her dress. It makes sense, after all, if I am to play the trophy wife to your financial whiz. Id be trying to get pregnant to get my hooks in you, and your vast fortune. And we can discuss our concerns about starting a family in the wake of war with the Separatists with Senator Corralis. You know, since we are donating a substantial contribution to his reelection campaign. She smiled big, unable to resist planting a big kiss on his lip, unwilling to pull away as it grew deeper. Still smiling big as she stopped to breathe, nuzzling his face with hers, Or we can keep this to ourselves. Our little secret, for now.
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"I suspect the Council would approve of you writing that treatise," Quentin said, pulling on agrey and black button-down shirt. "And then they'd consign it to the Forbidden Archives, for review by Masters and Knights who have a need to know such things and permission of the Council." He chuckled as he realized Kaydia had come to the exact same conclusion. "Great minds think alike, it seems."
And, well, having a baby has been on my mind quite a bit lately, but you probably knew that, didnt you? she confessed as she put on her make-up and styled her hair.
"I noticed, yes," he replied dryly, donning hiscoat. "You've been thinking a lot about the subject, and loudly." He smiled at her in the mirror, running his hands over her silk-sheathed flanks and kissing the back of her neck. "But, in fairness, I have too."
Do you think Master Valis would appreciate it if we named the child for him? Because I like Korrin for a boy. For a girl, I cant decide between Mara or Jade. Do you have any ideas?
"Valis Korrin Hall-Voss?" He tired the name on for size. "I suspect Master Valis would be delighted, if a bit baffled. Axotls don't worry about parentage. The entire community raises the children, so the concept of naming a child for a specific individual is odd to him. But I'm sure he'd understand the gesture. And Mara..." He considered it. "Why not both? Mara Jade Hall-Voss has a ring to it, doesn't it?"
Satisfied with her own preparations, she turned to fussing over his as she chattered happily about how they could work their plans into their cover for the evening. That ended with a kiss that deepened deliciously, ending with a happy nuzzle against his cheek. Or we can keep this to ourselves. Our little secret, for now.
"It seems reasonable to talk about," Quentin mused aloud, kissing her back. "As my gold-digging trophy wife, you'd clearly be looking for some reason for me to stay with you. After all, what if some gorgeous redheaded Jedi came by and turned my head?" He pushed her back, pressing her into the wall as he kissed her again. His hands bunched in her dress, slowly gathering it up around her hips. "Maybe you should fuck me right now, in this dress," he said, biting at her lip and down her bare throat. "After all, there might not be a convenient elevator at the party..."
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Maybe I should, Kaydia giggled, grinding her hips against his, and his growing hard on. I better get to my wifely duty, otherwise I might lose you to this mysterious redheaded Jedi.
She knew she should have said no. They had a duty to attend to, and that was supposed to come before love or pleasure. But there was no way she could have said to his request. Not now, with babies on the mind. Not now, when she felt so in love with him, and felt his love in return.
So, she pushed him back, letting him fall against the couch. Tugging at his pants with a primal hunger for her lover, her husband, her man. A primal hunger to conceive a child with him. Letting him bunch up her skirt until creamy white thighs were exposed, and then balanced on either side of him. Submerging him in her needy sex, gasping in relief as she sheathed his length.
Cum in me, love, She moaned, guiding his hands to hold her hips. Desperate kisses followed, feeling closer to him now than ever before. A connection that went deeper than the physical, the mental or the emotional. Everything, all at once. Please. I want to get pregnant, I want to carry your child, Quentin. Please love, impregnate me. She begged, knowing her husband could hardly resist her pleas, I want it. I need it. Please.
Their impromptu lovemaking had made them late to the fundraising party, but not by much, so Kaydia viewed it as well worth it. And she smiled contently at the feel of his seed, still warm inside her as they arrived. Did she smell of him? Did she care? They were finally getting a chance to pretend to be husband and wife, why shouldnt get to show the world how much she loved Quentin?
Her arm was hooked into Quentins as they made their way around the ballroom, making small talk with the other guests and playful little inside jokes in their own minds. When the Senator was free, they took a moment to meet with him, introduced by the protocol droid that assisted him, Mr. Westin Armaia, and Mrs. Vynne Armaia.
Senator Corralis, it is a pleasure to meet you in person, Kaydia cooed, offering her hand to shake. Instead he took the fingers and brought them to his lips.
You seem quite familiar, Mrs. Armaia, Are you quite sure we havent met before? The Senator questioned, eyes roaming her figure. Fantasies of what she looked like under the dress seeped from his mind, and Kaydia tried not to let the disgust show on her features.
Id remember if I met a Senator, especially one as prominent as yourself, Kaydia assured him, faking charm.
I know Ive seen you somewhere. Are you an actress, perhaps? Or a model? He continued, determined to solve the mystery of her familiar face.
Darling, did you know the senator was such a shameless flatterer? She teased, leaning into Quentin as she felt rather appraised by Corralis. Nothing of the sort, I am afraid. My husband here is just a whiz in the market, stocks and futures, and thats where we built our fortune.
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Quentin's arm slipped protectively around Kaydia's waist as she leaned into him. Not that she needed it, mind - she was certainly capable of taking care of herself. But he could taste her dislike of and her discomfort around Senator Coralis, and even without the Force he would have recognized the man's interest in his wife. Far more interest than the sort a gorgrous redhead in a daring gown would generate. And while Quentin knew that determining the extent if the Senator's ties to the Seperatists and Count Dooku was vital, and that Kaydia shiwing some skin to distract him and get him to lower his guard was part of it, thst didn't mean he had to enjoy it. Not when she didn't.
"Vynne is too modest," he said, not having to act to give the body language of a jealous spouse. "She serves as the public relations manager for our little company, so she's been in a number of interviews and press cinferences." He smiled, just a little. "I've never been much for publuc speaking myself, I'm afraid."
The Senator nodded at that, akthough his expression remained dubious. "Yes, perhaps that's it..." he saud slowly. "I do watch rather a lot of financial and political news - comes with the office, I'm afraid. Still," his eyes were fixed in Kaydia's ckeavage rather than her face, "I can't help but think I've seen you in another cintext."
"It's a big galaxy," Quentin assured him. "And while I feel my Vynne is the most wonderous and delightsome of them all, there are any number of beautiful redheads to be seen. Perhaps you are misremembering..?" He kept a smile plastered in his face as his thoughts touched Kaydiia's.If this buffoon doesn't let this drop...
"Yes, that must be it," the Senator agreed, still sounding unconvinced. "Are you enjiying the party?"
"Certainly, and for wonderful cause," Quentin said, relieved. "We need more Senators, willing to take the unpopular stand and call fir a diplomatic resolution to the war." He paused for effect. "And, although I wouldn't keep you from your other guests, perhaps we may soeak privately later? About other assistance Ican offer your campaign?"
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Why yes, we can speak again on the subject. Look for me after dinner, Ill be sure to make time for you, Corralis insisted, squeezing Kaydias bare shoulder as he spoke with Quentin. She could feel him taking one more lingering look at her body before turning to greet the next group of guests.
Kaydia grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter, downing half of it to wash away the feel of the senator leering at her. If things went well with Quentin, shed have to give it up soon, so she was going to indulge tonight.I wish this creep did have an elevator we could use. Let him see exact why I am here on your arm tonight.
She sighed. Perhaps they could use his obvious, if disturbing, attraction to her to their benefit. It didnt have to lead anything. Just an evening enduring his leers and perverse thoughts, and hopefully theyd be a step close to discovering the puppet master at the center of the conspiracy. What was her discomfort against the sanctity of the republic? Besides, Quentins arm around her waist felt nice, and hed definitely make it up to her at the end of the evening. Even if it were just him laying back while she drained more of his seed in order to ensure pregnancy. A thought she let drift towards his mind, their newest endeavor making her voracious in appetite for him. Shall we dance?
If there is a next time on a mission like this, you get to play the eye candy creep bait, she teased, wrapping her arm around his shoulder in a rather traditional stance. The Orchestra started a new song, stuffy and formal, but it was an excuse to be close to him.Do we really think my cleavage will be enough to get him to confess to anything?
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Quentin sniggered at his wife's comment, even as the accompanying images made him suddenly and uncomfortably hard.I rather enjoy an audience, from time to time. But, somehow, I think the Senator's zttentions would be... unpleasant.
He plucked a flute of champagne from a tray that drufted past and sipped it, taking more time to enjoy it than Kaydia had. Nit that he blamed her for downing it all. This mission wasn't the first where one of them had used their appearance to distract a target, and upon occassion the distraction had called for them to seduce the target. He sincerely hoped that this wouldn't be one of those.
"Shall we dance?" Kaydia asked.
"By all means," he smiled, taking hervarm and escirting her to the floor. The music was a traditional waltz, something he could have danced in his sleep. It was made far more entertaining by the way Kadia nestked into his arms and moved with him, turning the waltz into a delicious promise for later. At her question he made a show of glancing downwards, tracing the bare flesh of her upper breasts with his eyes.My love,he replied with a smile,you're fishing for compliments. But yes, I think it will be enough. Your magnificent breasts could persuade a man to firget his sultry Jedi temptress, and a Jedi to defy the council. What hope would a mere Senator have?
The song ended, and another began. The new one was a faster tempo, sending them spinning and sweeping across the floor in a swirl of skirts. As they danced he coukd see more than one of their fellow guests watching with envious eyes, expressions that thrilled him to the core. Let them be jealous. Kaydia was nis!
Both of them were breathing just a little hard when the second dance ended, and the inhalations did delightful things to Kaydia's ckeavage. "Shall we find a drink?" he asked. "Or would you prefer to step outside for a breath of fresh air?" He leered, just a little. "Perhaps we would need to take an elevator to do so?"
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Kaydia felt eyes on her, more than she would have expected. More than she had been used to, in quite a while. Eyes that made her feel self-conscious and anxious. She wasnt the most beautiful woman here, she knew. She had counted five others who fit that title better than she, including a dark skinned human woman she would have considered inviting to their bed, if she werent so keen on keeping Quentin to herself as of late. Still, they stared. Not a lot, she realized as she paid attention. A small handful of men, seeming to continually appraise her as the senator had.
While she might have been in their gaze, and on their minds, she was in Quentins arms, and that shielded her from the worst of the lecherous leers. She made efforts to incite their envy, brushing her body against Quentins more than was necessary, and tickling his jaw and cheek with light kisses. She was Quentins, all Quentins tonight.
"Shall we find a drink?" he asked. "Or would you prefer to step outside for a breath of fresh air?" He leered, just a little. "Perhaps we would need to take an elevator to do so?"
She chuckled, still giddy and still leaning against him.I say we find that assholes room, and fuck hard on his bed. I imagine it would be the first time a woman has actually gotten off in there.But for the sake of appearances her eyes cast about the ball room, A drink would be lovely. Leaving him with a light, chaste kiss that promised so much more, they parted ways to seek out another drink. And maybe some appetizers. There were some braised scallops that smelled just delightful.
I know where Ive seen you before.
She was alone as she arrived at the refreshments table, placing a couple morsels on a fine crystal plate. Caught unaware with a scallop in her mouth as words came from behind her, seeming to drift over her skin. Corralis body brushed against her back, his breath hot on her shoulders.
Oh? She replied, coughing as she forced herself to swallow her mouthful.
Yes, and I understand now why you were so coy about it. Not that you have anything to be ashamed of my dear, his hand ghosted over her arm. Kaydias heart pounded, as she tried to figure out what he was referring to, sudden anxiety that he meant the life she lived as Scarlet. Your holo-vid is one of my favorites. I think Ive watched it a hundred times, utterly entranced with your performance. You make it all seem so real.
The Telerath holovid, she realized, releasing a held breath. Shed never escape that, would she? Still, it wasnt the worst thing he could discover about her, and she laughed in relief. You caught me. Its not exactly the sort of thing you bring up in polite company, now is it?
Perhaps, but its a rare opportunity for me, and Id be remiss to pass it up. Id love to host a private viewing party, with you as the guest of honor, He suggested. Kaydia bit her lip. The knowledge that her and Quentins lovemaking had spread so far and wide was exciting, in abstract. In reality, it was different, somehow. Coming face to face with a man who had seen every inch of her skin, without her knowledge or consent was disturbing. And a private party, to celebrate it? It felt crass.
And yet it was also an opportunity to snoop in his private chambers, and possibly even access his personal data servers. All she had to do was smile and play along, and Quentin wouldnt ever be too far away. I suppose it would be rude to deny my fans, wouldnt it? she teased, hoping to lead him on just enough to put off suspicion.
Splendid, just splendid, the senator smiled victoriously, touching her bare shoulder again. It is a prime opportunity to meet with your husband as well, to discuss his concerns privately. I am quite sure we can all come together, to help each other out. There was more hidden beneath those words, a spike of lust from the senator as he overlaid what he had seen of her body on her presence before him. She kept her revulsion off her features, but there was no denying the relief that lit her face as Quentin came up with a pair of flutes in hand. Corralis flashed him the same sly smile and left again, presuming to give her a chance to relay the plan to her husband.
Hes seen our holovid, it seems. From Telerath. Thinks me a porn star.She filled him in, gleefully accepting the champagne. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she wondered how many of the insistent stares were other fans of theirs.He wants to host a private viewing party. Seems like the sort of thing we could use to our advantage, doesnt it?
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Quentin's eyes went wide in shock at her statement, and it was only a lifetime of discipline that kept him from dropping his champagne.Shit!was his first coherent thought, followed byHe recognized you?His eyes darted around the room in an unonscious fight-or-flight reflex, and it took an act of will to force himself to remain calm.
This isn't good, love,he continued, sipping his drink and smiling.We're looking into a Seperatist sympathizer, and he's seen us from Telerath? What if he's seen the other Telerath footage?Footage of an acrobatic lightsaber duel, captured by security cameras as the duelists lept from speeder to speeder.Our cover could be blown, even if he hasn't, because it'll raise questions. Like, how is it a wealthy businesswoman and her head if security are now a wealthy investor and his trophy wife?
He was acutely aware, now, of the weight of the two lightsabers strapped to his back. And of the other lethal toys that he wore. How long would it be, he wondered, before he had to use them?
Sipping his drink, he forced himself to relax more.But then, if he thought we were Jedi, well...He shrugged.Should we scrub the mission now and get the hell out of here? Or am I being paranoid?
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Calm down. I can guarantee he isnt thinking that hard about it. The Telerath vid doesnt introduce me as a wealthy CEO, remember? Just a woman getting thrown on a table and fucked. So, now its part of our cover story. We met there, on Telerath. You, acquiring the capital to start your business, and I was there husband shopping. He certainly doesnt think we are Jedi, and I doubt he thinks of anything past how long it takes him to get off.
By now they were being called for dinner, all the guests streaming into the dining hall to sit at their assigned seats. Kaydia clung to Quentins arm, keeping a pleased smile on her face as they moved through the crowd, and as she tried to assuage Quentins fears.If you really want to pull out now, we can, but we arent going to get another chance to investigate him. Certainly not like this, with him inviting us into his private office. Sex makes people stupid, love, and all that man could think about when he approached me was how I looked naked.
They arrived at their table, finding an older Twilek couple already seated there. Vynne Armaia, and my husband, Westin, She greeted, shaking their hands and nudging Quentin to do the same.
Nij'buli, and my mate, Ulorbuli, The male introduced, as Quentin pulled her chair for her, All this clamor about war with the separatists is just dreadful, isnt it? Bad for business.
Not if youre selling weapons or ships, I had heard war was good for the economy. Or is that just a lie the war hawks tell us to get popular approval for their wars?
Its certainly not good if you rely on cheap labor from the outer rim, like I do. I do hope the good senator can continue to pursue diplomatic avenues in regards to the Separatists demands. Nij continued, as plates of cream covered noodles and braised kommerek steak were served.
No disagreements there, Nij. War is distasteful, if Senators Corralis leadership will help us avoid it, I say we throw our support behind him. Kaydia agreed, twirling noodles on her fork.
Youre the master here, love. If you think its too risky, lets make an excuse to leave after dinner. But you have to admit, weve gotten ourselves out of messy situations before.
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Quentin thought hard, remembering as Kaydia's thoughts whispered in his mind and they took their seats. They'd watched that recording more than once, several times because if this very possibility and more frequently for personal enjoyment. And she was right - first names had been used, but it could easily have been a high-end porn shoot. And he'd been in disguis with his hair dyed blonde and his eyes altered to be blue, and his tattoos hidden by a pigment treatment. The odds were that he woukdn't be recignized, and that they'd just.assume his "trophy wife" was a high-end pornographuc actress who made good.
I don't like it,he repeated, taking his seat.But you're right. We'll just need to be watchful, is all.
She made small talk with the Twi'leks seated at their table as he studied the room. "I agree," he added, slicing off a bit of steak and swiping it through the cream sauce. "So much of thiscwar stems from Chancellor Valorum's mishandling if the Naboo situation. As I understand it, it was his decision to involve the Jedi that sparked the dissatusfaction of the Trade Federation and the Commerce Guild." A convenient fiction that had been seized on by the Seperatists, but it would serve here.
"Of course!" Nij'bull's lekku writhed in agreement. "Valorum was twisted around the fingers of those religious fanatics, and look what happened!"
"Isn't that a little harsh, dear?" Ulor'buli asked. "The Jedi are defenders of the Republic..."
"Hah?" Nij'bull snorted laughter. "They invaded Geonosis with an illegal army, lighting the match that began this war. And now they take to the front lines with hordes of clones. The only decent ones leftvare Kenobi and Dooku, trying to bring an end to this fiasco!"
"Well," Quentin said carefully, "maybe if the Senatir's coalition gets a majority seat, we can bring an end to this war. Bring them to the table and settle things without further bloodshed."
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Oh all this talk of war is unpleasant, Ulorbuli complained, sipping at her wine, I know this is all politics, but surely we can find a more agreeable topic. Vynne, dear, do you two have any children?
Kaydia laughed, dragging her fork through her food wistfully, Not yet, but we are hoping to, soon. She reached for Quentins hand, taking the opportunity to scan the dining room. She met a couple pairs of eyes as she glanced about, but nothing felt sinister. Sensing her companions expectations, she turned the question back at her. Do you have children?
Clearly looking for the opportunity to brag, Ulor beamed. Middle age did little to mask her good looks, and she had a lovely lithe figure, shown off in her form fitting dress, Two daughters. The youngest, Seralaa is in school, training in business, like her father. Our oldest, Kaala takes after me, a dancer. She is actually the current Prima Ballerina for the Estiche company, in their run ofUnder the Green Sun. She pulled out her personal datapad and showed off several holograms of the young woman, clad in a number of fantastic outfits, and even a short clip of her signature dance.
She looks just like you. You two must be so proud, and Ive heard good things about that show, Kaydia congratulated, finishing off her glass of wine.
Oh, you have to see it! And not just because my daughters in it, even if she really is the best part, Ulor gushed, get me your contact informant before the night is over, and Ill get you a pair of tickets.
At that point all attention was turned to the stage, where Senator Corralis had come up to give a speech. Taking the donors for their generosity and confidence in his vision. Outlining his platform as a friend to business and his opposition to ongoing war with the Separatists. Once his speech was over and dinner was finished, a servant droid approached them. Senator Corralis invites you both to the private study on the third floor. I am to escort you there, and the senator will meet with you shortly.
Following the droid through the security protocols was far easier than it would have been to bypass on their skils alone, but from she could tell, it would have been quite doable. After all, they had broken into the central bank on Telerath. Who else in the galaxy could hope to keep them out?
There were three other couples up there, as well as a handful of single men. Wealthy elites, the lot of them, ranging from around their age to far older. There was a small amount of cheers and whistles as she entered with Quentin, and a palpable sense of lust permeating the study. She blushed a little from the attention, keeping her arm looped into Quentins.
Vynne, settle something for us. Is the video real or fake?
You think Id fake something like that? She asked, appalled. After a moment of observing the shocked looks on their faces, she laughed, I am quite talented, as it turns out. Playing off the holovid as a purposeful work of fiction was their best shot. High end porn actress was a mask with considerable benefits, right now.
Well, surely some parts of it were real, yes?
There wasnt much editing, if that is what you mean, but everything was scripted to be spontaneous.
Westin, Corralis called, as he joined the gathering, I do believe you want to speak to me alone? Join me in the library, and we can discuss your concerns.
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Quentin didnotlike the attention Kaydia was getting. Oh, to be sure there were times where he utterly loved the way men and women drooled over her. He'd even shared her with some of them, enjoying the mutual lust and attraction. But, not this. There was a predatory hunger in the air, a lust that reeked of the dark side. She was just a thing to them, something to be owned and used and cast aside. The salacious reactions they had to her entrance, and to the answers to her questions, confirmed that.
Westin, Corralis called, as he joined the gathering, I do believe you want to speak to me alone? Join me in the library, and we can discuss your concerns.
He hesitated, just for a moment. If Kaydia wasn't a Jedi, he'd never leave her alone with this crowd. It was too ugly. Even as a Jedi, he was reluctant. She could handle herself, he knew that. But he was her husband, and it was hard not to think in terms of protecting her. But he had a job to do, and the library wasn't that far. And besides, the first person in the room to try something out of hand would quickly learn to regret it. She might not be Scarlet anymore, but the skills she'd learned as a Black Sun assassin were still there.
"Of course, Senator. I'd be delighted." Pausing to kiss Kaydia in a distinctly possessive way, one that drew more whistles and cheers from the audience, he followed.Be careful, love.
The Senator's library was a showpiece, more of a museum than anything else. Bound books sat next to scroll cases, and there were even carved tablets of stone or precious metals on the walls. Subtle, alien sculptures sat on plinths along the wall, and a portrait of the Senator and his family dominated one wall. Senator Coralis crossed to a sideboard and poured himself a drink. "Want one?" he offered.
"Certainly," Quentin agreed, not really wanting one at all but aware he had a role to fill. He accepted the cup and sipped, feeling the alcohol burn down his throat. "How may I be of assistance, Senator? Both to your reelection campaign, and after?"
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The kiss was unexpected, but welcome. It certainly worked to shore up their cover identities and keep any concerns that they were Jedi far from anyones mind. Jedi didnt marry. Jedi certainly didnt marry porn stars. And Jedi definitely didnt kiss their porn star wife in a possessive manner in front of a crowd as an attempt to dissuade the interest of others. Attachment, after all, was forbidden. But Kaydia suspected that reinforcing their covers wasnt Quentins intention. She could feel the concern in his mind, in his touch, carried by the words he left with her. It was just like him, protective of her, without ever questioning her own abilities.
"How may I be of assistance, Senator? Both to your reelection campaign, and after?"
Truth be told I am not sure I can support the direction the Republic has taken. At best, its ineffective; at worst, its corrupt. Too many competing interests. There may be strength in unity, but bureaucracy grinds everything to halt. It may be time for those of us with common interests and values to break off from the republic, and establish our own government. One that aligns with our beliefs, in the name of efficacy. Of course, I need the support of my constituents. Need to know they support joining with the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
As long as the separatist force is small, the Republic will seek to enslave us through force. They did it on Geonosis. But, if enough of us left the republic, war would be un thinkable. Make the war too costly to continue, and the Republic will come to the table, and grant our demands. He turned back to Quentin and smiled smugly, Would you be interested in meeting Count Dooku, Westin? I could arrange a meeting.
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"Of course, I need the support of my constutuents. Need to know they support joining with the Confederacy of Independent Systems."
It didn't take any particular acting skill for Quentin to appear shocked. The Senator's words, after all, were borderline treason. "That's, that's a, a bold statement, Senator," he temporized. "But, isn'ttoobold?"
"As long as the seperatist force is small, the Republic will seek to enslave us through force," Coralis replied, falling into the rhythms of a prepared speech. "But, if enough of us left the Republic, war would be unthinkable."
Nodding along, Quentin sipped at his drink. "So. Succession, then, to firce peace?"
The Senator nodded. "Make the war too costly to continue, and the Republic will come to the table, and grant our demands."
"That... there is a certain logic to the idea." It still wasn't hard to act shocked, as he tried to decide how to respond. Thecnically, he could act now. Arrest the man for treason, or...
The Senator turned, smiling a smug smile. "Would you be interested in meeting Count Dooku, Westin? I could arrange a meeting."
His eyes went wide. "My dear sir!" he gasped. "I... that is, I mean, yes! I should like that very much indeed!"
"Scripted to appear spontaneous," repeated one if the guests, savoring the words as he clearly stared at her breasts. He was a tall, sticky man, a wall of fat-padded muscle with thinning hair. "How remarkable. So youenjoyedthe shoot?"
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Excellent! Corralis exclaimed, clapping his hands together. I will have my assistant contact you when we get the details of the meeting. I think you will find that the CIS pro-business stance will align with your interests. It is, after the reason the trade federation and the banking clan have allied with them.
But enough politics, tonight, The senator insisted, refilling his glass and offering Quentin some more. I have to say, I am quite pleased you and Vynne accepted my invitation. Is it difficult for you, to know so many have seen and enjoyed your wifes performances? Or do you enjoy the thought, that so many others want the woman you possess? He gave Quentin a moment to respond, sipping at his drink before continuing.
I should admit, I was hoping youd be open to the idea of letting your wife put on a performance for us. I doubt money could sway you, but I have considerable power and pull, and favors from me can be even more valuable than money. Think about it, and ask your wife. Or does she like it better when you dont? the senator laughed darkly at that, Come, lets not leave them waiting any longer.
Since she began working alongside Quentin, Kaydia had become quite adept at juggling her presence and her perception, especially when they had to be in different places. Like in this case, when she was answering questions for a group of admirers in the study, while follow Quentins conversation in the library. They often had to make use of this setup, one of them playing distraction while the other pursued their goal, and they were very good at it.
So while the Senator confessed his separatist leanings with Quentin, she sipped at her wine, cleansing it from her system as it went down. She didnt need to be drunk, after all. Even if it did seem the intentions of room. Hoping to leverage drunken behavior into a repeat performance. But drinking wine let her focus on the treason that the Senator was admitting to Quentin, digging his own grave with each word. And then there was the bombshell, offering a meet with Count Dooku. That was a double edge sword. A meet with the Sith lord at the center the conspiracy. A Sith Lord, the one who had trained the Baronet. A man who was powerful while he was still a Jedi, and was terrifying now that he had embraced the dark side. They had grown stronger, together, since the confrontation on Ziost, but were they really ready to come face to face with a Sith Lord? And what about the family they were supposed to be starting?
So youenjoyedthe shoot?" The question pulled her away from her concerns.
Kaydia laughed playfully, remembering the excitement, the passion of having Quentin before a crowd, and the way the merakuya made everything more sensitive. Still, she answered with a restrained, Well, as much as anyone enjoys their work. Or perhaps a touch more.
You must have quite a taste for pain, A woman asked, with dark eyes, dark hair, and fair skin. She was a few years older than Kaydia, and rather striking. Emphasized by the leer she was giving her.
Well, a little pain can enhance pleasure, the same way spice can turn a dish into an exquisite experience for the senses, Kaydia explained, feeling the lust of room focusing on her now. It edged on distressing, dark in its hunger, but she maintained composure. Now that they had what they needed, they could leave soon. It didnt have to go any further.
Once more there was real joy and relief on her face as Quentin joined her once more. Slipping under the protection of his arm, not because she couldnt protect herself, but because felt darkness rising in her. Darkness roiling as she felt appraised like an object before the crowd, and she fear that if she were pushed, that darkness might just lash out. But Quentin always centered her, and she needed that now.
Well, if everyone is quite comfortable, why dont we start the show? Corralis called, dimming the lights and starting up the Holovid.
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Quentin curled his arm around Kaydia, stroking her hip as uf his mere touch could soothe the roiling dark thoughts in her mind. "The Senator is extremely well placed," he murmured. "He even suggested that he might be able to arrange for me to meet with Count Dooku himself! Can you imagine what an opportunity that would be?"
Glancing around the room, taking note of the hunger in the eyes that lingered on his wife, he shivered. No wonder she was feeling out of balance. "I almost hate to bring this up," he added, still speaking in a low whisper, "but he wants you to put on a private show, implying that there would be political benefits to indulging him." His eyes flicked around the room as they found seats, and he took a glass of sparkling wine from a passing droid. "I,m hesitant, in thiscrowd. But it wouldn't be the first time we've had an audience."
"Well, if everyone is quite comfortable," Senator Coralis asked, "why don't we start the show?" He gestured, and the lights dimmed. "A special presentation, in honor of our guest."
Quentin settled back, using his arm to mold Kaydia possessively to him as the holovid flickered in. Let them watch, he thought smugly. She's mine, unless we're sharing... But the thought trailed away as the image resolved, displaying a scene he'd never watched. He knew it, from her descriotions and nightmaresm but he'd never seen it. He'd never wanted to.
Chains jerked the holographic Kaydia into the air. Then a man stepped into the frame, long blonde hair caught into a pony tail, a grey military greatcoat over a silk shirt and black slacks. "Welcome aboard, m'lady. Quentin Hall, rogue Jedi. The Jedi Council offered a hundred thousand dactares for infirmation leading to his capture. A tidy profit. And you're nit bad either - I might get as much as three hundred thousand from Black Sun for you."
It took a minute for Quentin to react, a shicked minute in which the pirate ripped her clothes from her bidy and in which she tried to turn the tables. "Such a magnificent display," breathed one of the watchers. "You could believe it was real."
It was,Quentin thought, trembling with rage. Suddenly, he was on his feet. "Stop this! Now!"
"My dear..." Coralis began.
Quentin fixed him with his gaze, pinning him in place as the Force surged through him. "Turn it off. Now." His hands balled into fists as the Senator,not understanding why, obeyed. Only then, did he remember who he was supposed to be atthat moment. "Firgive me," he added, pulling Kaydia to her feet. "We had thought you referred to a... to a different..." He shook his head, half escorting and half pushing his wife towards the door. "That... was not a oroduction she remembers... fondly..."
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Kaydia wore a smile as Quentin spoke to her, even as his words made her uneasy. It would be an opportunity, she agreed, her hand on his back as his was on her waist. Utterly uninterested in untangling form him. His next request had her stiffen. She knew he had too much respect for her to keep things from her, to make this decision for her, but hearing the offer was not helping her regain balance. She felt like prey, as her mind encouraged her to become a predator instead.
Im not sure we are in need of any more favors, she whispered back to her husband, focusing on his warm. Oh, she wanted him, and a dark part of her wanted him before the room. Let them all be jealous, as they watch her writhe upon her husband, as he brings her to climax. Witness the bliss on their features as he floods her with his desire, leaving no doubt who she belonged to, and who belonged to her.
Instead her mind settled into fantasies of making love this evening, as she settled into his arms. Letting his love fill and embrace her, as they sweep away this whole evening. Enjoying the possessive way he held her close, wanting to be just a close to him. They just had to indulge the senator awhile longer, and theyd be back home and done with this whole mess.
But the clinking of chains roused her from her fantasies. It was not the familiar opening she was expecting, with Quentin brushing fixtures aside to take her on a table. Instead she was strung up with chains, reminding her that this time had been recorded as well. So the whole galaxy could watch her rape. Shameful terror clutched her heart as dreadful events played out before her again. Paralyzed by fear, as she watched her holo-self seek some escape from the impending torment, trying to reach for the unconscious Quentin in vain. She tensed in anticipation from the SIN, half expecting to feel it in her own skin, as if someone here might activate it for effect.
Fortunately, for the present Kaydia, Quentin was here for her now, ready to shelter her from the ghosts of her past. Exerting his will on the Senator, creating an opening for them to escape. She was thankful for that, thankful for his hand pulling her to her feet and to his side. But they had to be careful now. She had just finished tell the party how much she enjoyed this performance, and that she liked pain. If they started charging their story now everything could fall apart. Suddenly, there might be concern that the Jedi referred to in the holovid was there in the room before them.
"We had thought you referred to a... to a different..." He shook his head, half escorting and half pushing his wife towards the door. "That... was not a production she remembers... fondly..."
A pity, Corralis said, thumbing the remote for the holo projector, we dont have to watch this one then. I have more of her holovids. Why dont you show us your favorite, Vynne?
More? Kaydia repeated, the more a choked sound as she struggled to hold down the fear that was transforming into rage. What more was there? The Telerath vid or?
Yes, I purchased a collection of your performances from Baronet Aldane ha-Florindel Sergovia Organa-Nahal. It was pricey, but I have to say, it was worth every dactare, Corralis laughed, as a series of titles and still images projected along the back wall. All of them, featuring her, and the Baronet. Bound. Burned. Slashed. Choked. Airtight. Obedient.
When she didnt respond right away, another guest spoke up, Aldane really did have the best movies. The way he could get his actresses to move from terror to delight on cue was brilliant. And his snuff films were deliciously framed. You could actually see the light leaving the actress eyes.
You have to wonder if he lost a couple, learning to perfect that technique, Corralis joked, Alas, some men are a slave to their art.
Once more, Kaydia was on that ship. Surrounded by would be rapists, pouring their hostile lust into her, one after another after another. This time, she wasnt going to be a victim. She wasnt going to let them violate her again. Never again.
They feared you once. Let them fear you again.
A blink later her eyes flared scarlet, as she pulled away from Quentin, his love and concern dampening her connection to the dark side. Senator. Let me show you my favorite part of this video. And then perhaps we can move on to the live performance. I do hope you will up for participating. Her voice was darker then, even as it carried playful tones. Taking the remote, she fast forwarded the holo-vid, speeding past her rape. Stopping right as her twin rapists reached orgasm within her, and the force of the SIN brought on her own unwilling climax.
Ah yes, the finale, The senator acknowledged, It is very powerful.
No, not yet, Senator. This part, Kaydia explained, watching as hope broke within her mind, leaving her with murderous determination only. She smiled big as she watched Quentins saber fly to her hands, releasing her from the chains and then plunging into the woman. Her rapists bisected form was more satisfying this time around, even without the blood. And then she was laughing in time with the vid, remembering the pleasure of stabbing the captain, again and again and again. His blood covering her shame just slightly. The vid continued as she wandering out of sight, leaving the screams of her victims echoing through the hull of the ship. Nervous laughter filled the room, some guests starting to suspect there had been a horrible miscommunication before.
Well, I have to say, ending this performance on the murder was an interesting directorial choice, The senator admitted, tension replacing the lust that had filled his thoughts since first laying eyes on her.
Oh now, Senator, I thought you liked snuff? Scarlet questioned, her coquettish tone managing to sound menacing. People were leaving now, the darkness radiating off Scarlet tangible to those without a connection to the force. She helped the evacuation along, recreating the force push from the holovid, recreating the torment that had empowered her then. Only the Senator was left, pinned against the back wall. Screams from the holovid playing background, as she walked over to the open bar, and poured herself a glass of fine wine. Damn, how she missed fine wine.
Are you ready now? For your private performance? Scarlet asked, sitting in the front row, sipping from her glass.
Please he gasped, desperately drawing air into his lungs, Dont do this.
Oh good, you already know your lines, Scarlet laughed, drinking more deeply from the wine. Now, that wasnt quite how I wanted this last scene to go down, but all productions run into issueswell. This is how I wanted it to go down. At that moment she shattered his pelvis, leaving him with only her force grip to hold him up. The pain was excruciating, based on his cries, but she wasnt done yet. This was what I wanted. A slow, painful death for my attackers. Let my torment be their last experience in this life. In sequence, she broke more of his bones, timing his screams to play parallel to the screams from the holovid. Humming into her wine, she relished in the symphony of anguish that played out before, conducted by her own hand.
Once his voice was raw from the torment, Scarlet sighed, draining her glass. With the tightening of her fist, his spine cracked in half, bending him in ways vertebrae was not accustomed to being bent. He found his voice in time for one last scream, before crumpling on the floor in a broken heap.
Now that was a well-crafted snuff scene.
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Kaydia! NoQuentin screamed in his mind. He had to scream with his mind, because hecouldn'tscream out loud. He couldn't speak at all. Couldn't evenmove. All he could go was watch in helpless sorrow and horror as the guests scattered and as she pinned Senator Coralis to the wall.
He knew the technique. Force Paralysis was one of the names, a way of stopping all voluntary motor signals from the target's brain. He'd taught her the technique, but he'd never dreamed she'd use it against him.Why?he wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. She'd done it for the same reason she was blocking his thoughts, letting them slide away as if her soul were encased in impregnable black armor.
She didn't want him to stop her.
He couldn't blame her, not really. The son of a bitch had watched her rapes and tortures asentertainment. Had wanted her to put on a private show, bused and degraded for his pleasure.Kaydia!he howled.No! Don't give in to your hate! Don't...
There was a loud, wet crack as the Senator folded in half backwards, screaming in agony before falling chillingly silent. "Now that," Kaydia remarked, sipping her wine, "was a well crafted snuff scene."
Tears streaming down his face, Quentin strained helplessly against her implacable iron grip. Did she even know she'd done it to him? Did it matter? No, he decided. It didn't. Once he'd told her that if it was a choice between her and the Code, he chose her. That hadn't changed. Not now. Especially not now, when she'd need him the most.
"Kaydia," he gasped.
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Once the adrenaline of the kill wore off, Kaydia was aware of her surroundings. The ringing of alarms and the terror of screams and Quentins gasping of her name. She could feel the panic of the guests as they sought refuge from her and the confusion of others who had no idea yet what shed done. And worst of all, she could feel Quentins horror and lamentation over what she had done. She released him at that, only half aware she had paralyzed him in the first place.
I she tried, looking at him, her husband, searching her mind for some explanation that made sense. The wet trails on his cheeks stung, and now everything that had felt good about killing the senator felt rotten. In the end, she really was just Scarlet.
Unable to meet his gaze, unable to accept the concern and love that still flowed from him to her, she turned away, QuentinI m sorry. Im notI wasnt strong enough. Just outside, sirens blared, surrounding the building. Escape would be difficult, but not impossible. Not for them. But how many more would die because of her? Some might say she was justified in murdering the treasonous bastard, but it still wasnt right. She was a Jedi, and she was supposed to be better than that.
Im going to turn myself in, She declared, swallowing hard at the admission. I never properly paid for the crimes I committed as Scarlet, and as long I am allowed to roam free, she will live within me. She turned towards him now, trying to hold back the tears, but not succeeding as she saw the look in his eyes. Still, she approached him, brushing his hair from his face, smiling sadly. I love you, Quentin. I will always love you, no matter what. She took a kiss, a kiss she strongly suspected might be their last for a long while, if not their last ever.
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The Jedi came for her all too soon. Quentin sat numbly, drained and exhausted as local security forces stunned her into submission and cuffed her wrists and ankles behind her before they cuffed him too. They weren't taking chances, even though the security footage showed him helpless and unmoving as the Senator had been murdered.
"We can still run," he'd told her. Begged her. "Disappear, and let the Council decide your fate. They'll understand. Thay have to!" But she'd refused, and waited for security to arrive. And now it was too late.
"We'll handle it from here," Anakin Skywalker told the officer. "Rex. Take a detachment and escort Scarlett to the shuttle." He eyed the two prisoners, noting her resignation and his despair. "As gently as possible. And release Mister..." He smiked, just a little. "Westin Armaia. I think he's another victim here."
"Yes, General." The Clonetroopers gathered round and escorted Kaydia away. Quentin watched, helpless as the doors cloeed behind her, cutting her off from his sight. Then a hard metal hand rested on his shoulder.
"We'll do what we can for her, Master Faylen," Anakin assured him.
Quentin barely reacted, almost not recognizing his cover identity within the Order. Quentin Hall was dead, after all. "I know."
"I read the initial report," Anakin continued, eyes narrowing. "She was clearly provoked. I'm sure that, when I present the evidence to the Supreme Chancellor, he'll find a way to offer clemency."
Quentin turned a little, startled. "The Supreme Chancellor?"
"Oh, yes. He asked the Council to send me specifically." Anakin smiled, and squeezed Quentin's shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry. He's taken a personal interest in Jedi Kaydia Voss-Hall."
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They want to charge you as a terrorist. Palpatine declared as Kaydia was lead into his chambers, Have a public execution to send a message to any other separatist terrorists. She was still bound, wrists cuffed behind her, ankles cuffed together. And yet, even like this, she could hear Scarlet whispering to her, about how she could kill everyone in this room, and escape. Find Quentin, and escape. Live out her life at her husbands side, away from the Jedi and the Republic and the duty and any other cares. Freedom, the darkness whispered to her. But there was no freedom in running and hiding. Shed never be free of Scarlet unless she faced up to what she had done.
Is that it then? She whispered, finding a calm she wouldnt have expected. General Skywalker said that you might find some clemency, for me.
Palpatine nodded. Ive looked over your record, as a shadow. Your clandestine work has served the republic well. Taking this into consideration, as well as the contents of the holovid that provoked your reactions, I am able to offer a plea deal. Plead guilty to manslaughter, and you will serve 15 years in a maximum-security prison, no chance of early parole.
15 years She breathed, hardly able to conceptualize it. It was certainly a better deal than the death penalty, but it was still so long. Thered be no babies for her and Quentin when she got out. If Quentin would even wait for her that long, No. He deserved better than that. Better than putting his life on hold for the mistakes she made. Ill take the deal. Do ICan I see my husband again? Before I go?
Palpatine gave her a hard look, before shaking his head, No. No. I am afraid you will be on a prison transport ship within the hour. But I will be sure that someone passes the details on to him. Nodding, she bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears. Her life wasnt over. It was just on pause.
Serving a prison sentence in the notorious Stygeon Prime was as much as Kaydia would have expected. A lot of time alone, with her thoughts and memories. A lot of time to practice her meditation and force excersizes, deepening her connection to the all living things. Including the life growing within her.
That had been a shock. At first, she thought she was just having a hard time adjusting to prison food and the stress of being separated from her husband. But when she felt the second heartbeat in the force, she realized that being late the Senators fundraiser had been even more productive that she could have imagined. Quentin never could say no to her, and now she had her last wish. But what did it mean now, while she was imprisoned?
Once there was no more hiding her pregnancy from the prison, and no way to contact Quentin in the force, despite her attempts, she was brought before the warden and an unfamiliar republic official. There was no small talk, just getting right into the heart of the matter.
This changes things for you quite a bit, doesnt it?
Does it?
I imagine you would want to be out of here that much quicker.
Clearly.
And I imagine youd be willing to do a great many things to get out earlier?
What are we talking about?
The skills you developed as Scarlet. The republic is at war, and you can make reasonable progress on ending it sooner, rather than later. Your actions can save millions of lives.
How soon?
Three to five years.
And my husband? Will he know or?
No, and you wont contact him either, or everything is called off.
Everything?
Your child will be taken into republic custody on birth and you will not see nor hear about them until you are released, in their teenage years. Or you can stick to the deal, and get your child back before they have a chance to form long term memories without you.
There was no choice. No real choice. It was her one chance to have her family. Her one chance to be with Quentin, and their child. Repaying her debt to the republic by serving it with the skills she developed as an assassin. The only way to escape Scarlet was to become her once more.
Whatever the republic needs.
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Fourteen names composed the folders on her data disk. 12 men and women she had killed over the last two years. Another one, the new one, was her target. The last one was her reward, her motivation, her entire purpose for living and going back to her life as Scarlet. It was the only thing that mattered anymore. She opened that one first.
Mara Jade Voss-Hall
Age: Twenty-six months
Height: 90 centimeters.
Weight: 13 Kg
The details were cold and detached, painting a half picture of the child she had hardly known. The child she had held but once since carrying her. Quentins daughter, not that he had any clue she even existed. A dozen pictures of aredhead toddleraccompanied the fact sheet, and it seemed the girl was happy enough. She showed no signs that she missed her mother or father, no sign that being an orphan had bothered her any. There was an attached hologram showed her playing. Laughing. Oblivious.
Each time it was always the same. She didnt want to be Scarlet, did want to kill people for some faceless entity. But she saw her daughter, her Mara Jade, and none of that mattered anymore. She couldnt stop now. If she stopped, everything she had done to this point would have been meaningless. She only hope was to see through this job, and the next, until she was free. Mara would be safe, and she could reunite with Quentin. Would he still love her, if he knew that she had dipped her hands back in blood to protect their child? If he knew that she always had been a terrible Jedi, that she had chosen love over duty, again and again.
Resigned, Kaydia opened the new folder. Her target. Bail Organa, senator from Alderaan, and Prince Consort. Another anti-war senator. How was this helping the Republic? How would his death end the war any quicker? But Kaydia wasnt allowed to question her orders. And she could do was hope this would be the time Quentin might catch her.
Shed left clues, at the other crime scenes. Too subtle to gain much notice to any but the most astute investigators. The sorts of things Quentin had shown her to look for when they worked together. The sorts of things that only someone who had spent their life hunting force users would perceive. He was the only one who could stop her now. The only one who could save her.
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"She isn't here, my son."
Quentin looked up, startled at the intrusion. He'd been pouring over the Archives, trying to locate where Kaydia was being held. "What?" he asked in confusion, blinking at Master Valis. "Not here? But... she's a Jedi. By law, she..."
"I am aware of the statutes," the Axotl said, staring at him with unblinking liquid black eyes. "It is why the Order, for the most part, polices itself. But in light of the politically sensitive nature of the case..."
Quentin was on his feet now, pacing. "What? What's happened?"
Valis blinked. "The Supreme Chancellor has invoked a little-used law passed after the Exar Kun uprising. He will be passing judgement on her case himself."
Quentin stared at him in shock for the span of three heartbeats. Then, wordless, he sprinted from the room.
"Master Quinn Faylen," Supreme Chancellor Palpatine said, smiling as he rose from his chair. "How may I assist you?"
Quentin took in the spare room with its view of the sprawling ecumenopolis, noted the looming presence of the indigo-armored Chancellory Guard, and forced his pulse to slow. "I thank you for your time, Supreme..."
Palpatine waved off the formal words with a smile. "Nonsense, Master Faylen. I am delighted to speak with one of the Order. What did you need to speak with me about?"
"A prisoner," Quentin said, forcing himself to be calm. "Jedi Sir Kaydia..."
"Voss-Hall," Palpatine finished. "Also known as 'Scarlet'." He shook his head sadly. "A Black Sun assassin the Order believed redeemed. Until she branched out into political assassination. What did you need to know?"
"It's not a matter of knowing," Quentin answered, aware that his words were tumbling out faster than he could control. "I've come to serve as her advocate. I..."
"Oh dear," Palpatine interrupted. "If only I'd known... but no. It would have changed nothing. Her guilt was incontrovertible."
A hollow opened in Quentin's gut. "What..?" He couldn't bear to finish.
"I ordered her execution," the Supreme Chancellor stated. "For the good of the Republic, we cannot show...". He continued for some time, speaking of the tester good and the need for order and the importance of showing that none stood above the law.
Quentin heard none of it.
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Quentin stood silently in the bedroom, ignoring the people around him as he let the living currents of the Force unfold around him. There was little enough to sense, though. The hostile patience of Prime Minister Almec and his guards. The quiet nervousness of the other two Jedi, Kento Marek and his partner Mallie Taris. But no clues to the identity of the murderer.
He opened his eyes.
"Well?" the Prime Minister demanded, disdain dripping from his voice. "What have your vaunted powers told you, Jedi? Will you deny that your own Order has struck down Duchess Satine?"
"The assassin entered with the assistance of the Duchess," Quentin said. "There are no signs of forced entry. The Duchess was found in bed, yes? Her heart stopped?"
"Yes," the Prime Minister growled. "But I don't..."
Quentin ignored him, crossing the room and examining the bed. After a minute he was crouched low, examining the silken sheets closely.
"What are you looking for, Master?" asked Sir Kento, moving to watch more closely.
"Nothing that can be seen with the senses," Quentin murmured, tracing the sheets with his hands. Feeling the impressions that had been left behind. Passion. Shock. A touch of memory. Nothing that could be put easily into words, but a complex melange of thought and sense that built up... "Proof."
"Proof of what?" Nellie asked, moving to stand near her partner.
"She invited her killer in," Quentin murmured. "A chance flirtation, leading to more..." He straightened up. "Bail Organa."
"The name of the killer?" the Prime Minister sneered.
"The name of the next victim," Quentin replied. "She left the name, as a warning." He squared his shoulders, hope and fear mingling in his heart. "I'll find her killer, Prime Minister. I'll find her."
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Is this your first trip to Alderaan? The customs agent asked, looking over her paperwork. The question brought back memories, of lying in bed, counting down the minutes. Of watching her sleeping lover, as she pleasured him awake. Of being carried through the ship, and making love as the shower rained down on them.
Take everything I have, everything I am. Take me forever. Marry me.
It is, she lied smoothly, flashing the official a friendly smile. Jedi Knight Kaydia Voss had been to Alderaan once, to take a renegade Jedi into custody, but she wasnt Kaydia today. She hadnt been Kaydia in quite some time.
Enjoy your visit, Miss Lorsha Lestrante.
She doubted she could seduce Bail as she had Satine. By all accounts the Queen and her consort were very much in love. Seducing both occurred to her for a moment, but then shed have to kill the queen too, and regicide could complicate things. But seduction was far from her only tool.
Following two days of surveillance, she found her in with the senator. Playing the same role she had the first time shed come to Alderaan, with Quentin. Bail had a dedicated chauffer, Enric Tahli, but when he was unable to perform his duties, they contracted with an agency for a temp. And as it turned out, Enric was as susceptible to force suggestion as anyone.
Pulling up to the palace gates, security looked over her forged liscense, No Enric today? the security guard mused casually.
No, he cashed in his vacation time. I guess Champagne Supernova is having a reunion tour? she suggest, throwing out a thought she had pulled form Enric brain before sending him on his way.
Oh, the Gallaxes brothers managed to make up? I might have to see if I have any PTO left, he joked, returning her documentation.
Id be quick if I were you. They are likely to start feuding again, mid tour, she teased, putting everything away in console compartment. They shared laughed, before he informed the Senator over the intercom that his car was waiting on him.
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The door opened, and the skimmer's weight shifted slightly as Senator Organa climbed in. Face buried in a dataslate, he didn't even look at his driver. "The Hall of Deliberations," he instructed absently, tapping at the screen. "I'll be there for two hours, before I need to leave for my appointment with Senator Lirn Adasca."
His attention to his reading hardly wavered as the skimmer smoothly accelerated from the hanger, drifting along the blue-green grass that made up the streets of the capitol. Nor did he register the passers-by, dressed in cloaks and gowns of white and blue. He didn't even notice when the skimmer deviated from the shortest route to the Hall.
"Terrible business, this," he murmured, addressing his driver for the first time. Without looks no up, he tapped his screen for emphasis. "The assassination of Duchess Satine of Mandalore, I mean. And of Senators Lrix Wata and Jmi Folca, and of Jedi Master Kathal Porr." A sigh. "It's almost as if someone is deliberately targeting the most outspoken critics of the erosion of our civil liberties as the war escalates."
For the first time he looked up, his blue-grey eyes meeting hers in the rear display. "Wouldn't you agree, Scarlett?"
Earlier...
"I don't know...". Bail sounded skeptical.
"Oh, no," Queen Breha said, examining him with interest. "It's averyconvincing likeness."
"I agree that he could pass for me visually, and the voice is a good match," Bail replied. "But... master Jedi, you say a Force-sensitive assassin is coming for me. How can a costume hide you from the Force?"
Quentin grinned at that, twisting to examine the effect of his costume in the mirror. "There are techniques," he said in a voice eerily like Bail's. "Ways to hide your presence in the Force, or to appear to be someone else. And I don't have to fool her for long." The grin faded. "Just for long enough."
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Kaydia hadnt expected to see her husbands eyes staring back at her. Fingers tightened over the steering wheel as he called her Scarlett, the epithet still stinging. He had no idea why shed gone back to this, why shed agreed to this. At least he was here now, so she could finally tell him.
What took you so long?She questioned, reaching for him in the force. Feeling that familiar presence in her mind, a comfort once more, even if their roles currently placed them as enemies.Ive been leaving you clues for over a year
She turned, deciding to make circle around four blocks so they could hash this out. Even though what she really wanted was to throw herself into his arms. To show him how much she missed him, and feel how much he missed her. If he hadNo surely this had been hard on him too.
I was told I could earn a shorter sentenced, if I served the Republic as Scarlett. That I would be saving millions of lives, by helping to end the war more quickly. But as you clearly figured out, the pattern isnt making sense. I have no idea who is ordering these hits or why. I just know I cant stop.
She met his gaze again, trying not to cry. He was a few feet away from her now, and it felt so far. I cant stop, or give up, or run. They werent going to trust me with freedom without a compelling motivation to complete my mission. Its the same reason I couldnt reach out to you, directly, instead having to leave hints in the crime scenes. They have our daughter, and if I am not successful She couldnt finish that thought, gripping the wheel to regain her composure, until her fingers were nearly white. I need you. Our daughter needs you.
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Scarlett.
He could feel the flinch in her mind, see it in her features as he used that name. The name she'd abandoned years ago, when she returned to the Order. The name she'd taken up once more.
What took you so long?she asked, and the pain in her thoughts made him want to take her in his arms and hold her, never let her go.
No, that wasn't true. Was it? He'd wanted to do that the moment he saw her.
Ive been leaving you clues for over a yearshe added, thoughts accusing as she circled back.
He sighed, making a show of checking his slate in case they were being watched.I wasn't involved in most of those murders,he replied.I've been hunting Dooku and Kenobi, and Ventris. It was sheer luck that I happened to be near Mandalore when Sir Kento and Sir Mallie requested an investigator.. He looked up again, meeting her gaze.What happened? I was told you... you'd been executed!. Even if he'd wanted to, he couldn't have hid the pain in that thought. Not from her.
I was told I could earn a shorter sentenced, if I served the Republic as Scarlett. That I would be saving millions of lives, by helping to end the war more quickly.
"What?" The word escaped him, so ridiculous was the idea. "The..."The assassination victims are...
She clearly knew where his thoughts were going, though.But as you clearly figured out, the pattern isnt making sense. I have no idea who is ordering these hits or why. I just know I cant stop.
There was an aching or toe in her mind that matched his own, sorrow mingled with fear. He leaned forward, gripping her shoulder with his hand, wanting to hold her now. "You can!" he insisted.
I cant stop, or give up, or run,she insisted, radiating terror.
"You can!" he repeated. "Wecan! Together, whoever' behind this, we can..."
They werent going to trust me with freedom without a compelling motivation to complete my mission. Its the same reason I couldnt reach out to you, directly, instead having to leave hints in the crime scenes. They have our daughter, and if I am not successful
"Daughter?" Quentin's eyes widened, emotion hitting him like a fist as he saw his wife's memories. Saw the pictures of a smiling, red-haired toddler. Felt brief sense-memories of a warm bundle in his - her - arms, and the desperate struggle to hold her a minute longer when she was taken.
I need you. Our daughter needs you,Kaydia said, knuckles White on the steering wheel.
There is emotion but there is peace.. Quentin shook, trembling with barely restrained fury at the realization of what had been done.There is emotion but there is peace.What had been done to his wife.There is emotion but there is peace.What had been done to the daughter he'd never met.There is emotion but there is peace.
Outwardly, he maintained a calm facade. Except for the trembling in his hand, and the flare of his nostrils.There is emotion but there is peace.
A brittle popping sound echoed in the skimmer as a jagged crack raced up the windshield. More popping followed as the windows transformed into a lacework pattern of crystal fragments.
There is emotion but there is peace.
Quentin's fists clenched, and the windows exploded outwards. "Who are they?" he asked, voice inhumanly calm in the silence.
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Even as he shattered the glass with the unrestrained force of his anger, Kaydia was not afraid of Quentin. Afraid for him, perhaps, but never afraid of him. Hed never hurt her, she knew, a fact hed proven a dozen times. She trusted him, more than she trusted even herself. And his fury with a presence, in their minds, consuming and dark as he struggled for control.
His reaction made sense. Her situation had been gradual, optimistically hopeful at first, when she believed she was doing good, and her daughter was merely in protective custody. But when she dared to question the validity of her assignment, and received an ultimatum. Either her target dies, or Mara does. She had months to process the rage and sorrow from her situation, to form a plan to contact Quentin.
Who are they?His tone would have been terrifying, if she didnt have such trust in him. He still hadnt met his daughter, but his desire to protect her was just as strong as if he had been there with her since birth.
She turned into the abandon warehouse she had prepared to kill Bail, not trusting herself to drive anymore. I dont know She said, words on the verge of a sob, as if she were the one who had failed to protect Mara. I was being held on Stygeon Prime, when my pregnancy was uncovered. I thought I was being held by the republic. Did the Separatists capture it? She was babbling now, desperate to pass as much information to him as possible. Something, anything he could use to find their child.
her memories, she let him see that first meeting, when she agreed to become Scarlet, hoping there might be something he could glean from it. Ill give you everything I have, whatever you need. She offering, joining him in the back seat now. Taking the data pad from his hands, to copies all her files on to it. Desperately, needy fingers brushing against his, cognizant of how much she missed his warmth. Just find her.
Then she leaned back in the seat, panic flaring up in her mind, I still need to kill Bail, she explained, defeated, Or figure out something. I have just over two more weeks to meet this assignments deadline. I havent missed one, so I have no idea what they might do if I did. I just know when I complete my assignment, they send me an update on Mara, and the next one. She reached for his hand now, needing his strength, What are we going to do?
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"Stygeon Prime." Quentin wracked his memory as Kaydia spoke, outlining her perdicament - no, their family's perdicament - in blunt terms. "Stygeon is a Seperatist system, has been for a while. Intelligence is that Dooku and Kenobi have an interest is the system, but nobidy's ever gitten close enough to find out what."
But this was no time to worry about that. Not yet. "Two weeks. What happens if circumstances conspire to cause you to fail? Your target leaves the system, say?" He frowned. "I don't like thst as a plan, though. Clearly, you need a corpse. How do you prove you succeeded? Just holonet sources, or do you send physical evidence, or what?"
Having a concrete problem helped drain the anger away. "So. The Queen says I do a pretty good Bail - enough that she was making eyes at me. C,learly, you just need to kill me." He grinned at that. "What was your plan? Just lure him into this deserted warehouse? Then what?"
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Ive never failed a mission, Quentin, in my entire time of being Scarlett. Not unless you count the time Linora sent me after you. And I certainly wasnt going to test their goodwill now. Not with Mara
Clearly he agreed,"I don't like that as a plan, though. Clearly, you need a corpse. How do you prove you succeeded? Just holonet sources, or do you send physical evidence, or what?"
Physical evidence, yeah. She replied, brushing hair behind her ear.
So. The Queen says I do a pretty good Bail - enough that she was making eyes at me.
Kaydia laughed at that, the first real laugh in years. That was the man she fell in love with, the ever the optimist, ever playful, always bringing out the best in her. Youve never really known just how handsome you are. The smile he gave her only made things worse, reminding of her of all she lost by doing the right thing.
"What was your plan? Just lure him into this deserted warehouse? Then what?"
She pointed towards a small opening between the driver and passenger compartment, That would emit a knock out gas, giving me a chance to bring him here and get in position. I have the whole place rigged with bombs. Its supposed to look like a separatist attack. Even have a holovid of an extremist faction taking responsibility for it. She settled closer to her husband, falling back into familiar patterns of planning, plotting, scheming. Together, they always had been stronger together. Unstoppable.
Unfortunately, Bails more handsome twin isnt going to be able to get us out of this, She teased, forcing a smile, just a little. It was easy to smile it at him, after all. Since a certain senator is fond of using nearly identical body doubles, my contacts require me to use this, She explained, pulling out a small, pen like object. It takes a small bit of organic matter, and reads out both the DNA sequencing and the current condition. I need to send them confirmation that I killed the target, and that it was indeed target I was assigned. She considered for a moment, So it has to be Bail, and he has to be dead, but just long enough for me to get a reading. Think we can convince him to help us out?
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"It has to be Bail, and he has to be dead..." Quentin mused, thinking aloud. Was this how married people usually acted, when reunited with a spouse believed dead for years? Did most couples just fall immediately back into familiar routines and plot how to fake a Senator's death? Maybe he should research that, sometime. "Let me see that."
He took the probe from her, feeling his fingertips tingle as he touched her hand. "Hmmm..." The sound was an unconscious one as he rotated it in his fingers, examining it. Studying it not just with his eyes, but examining the individual components with the Force. "A one centimeter by five millimeter tissue sample. Pity. We shed dead skin all the time, and I'd hoped it would be a way to fool the device."
Handing it back, he considered her question. "I believe he would help us, as long as we didn't really kill him. Tell me... what are you planning? Sednzine injection,so you can stop his heart? Fir that matter, what dies the sampler actually test for, to determine death? Individual cells can remain viable for hours - sometines even days - after brain death."
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Usually I collect from the brain stem, she explained, reaching behind Quentins head to show him. Not that she needed to, mind, it was mostly an excuse to touch him. She didnt bother hiding her longing from him, feeling it from him as well. Sednizine should work for that. Or Dilaxin. Thats not even the tricky part. The tricky part will be keeping him out of the public eye until you can locate Mara. I very much doubt he wants to back down from his crusade for preserving civil liberties in the face of war.
Leaning back, she sighed, We may as well meet with him, see if he will agree to help us out. Otherwise we have less than two week to try and find Mara together, and if thats the case, we are going to need every second we can get.
You kill all these people? Bail asked, looking over the files on her data disk, Most of these havent even been reported as murders.
Ive done what I had to do, to keep my daughter safe, Kaydia explained. Was this why attachments were forbidden? Because a Jedi could be turned into a brutal killing machine just to protect a loved one?
I can use this, Bail admitted, meeting her eyes now, With this evidence, I can push back against the tide of security hawks, looking for any excuse to suspend basic liberties and unleash their worst prejudices. We might even be able to use this to encourage peace talks with the separatists, and finally put an end to this war.
And are you quite certain this is the same child you gave birth to? Queen Breha asked, cycling through the pictures of Mara. Kaydia stiffened, that same worry having played through her thoughts as well.
I cant be certain, no. ButI still feel her. Its intermittent at times, and distant now, but I feel her. She is alive, right now. I know I cant entire trust the person behind this, but if there is a chance to keep her safe and alive, I cant stop either.
The queen nodded, I suspect most parents would do the same. Whatever it took to keep their child safe. What can we do, to help?
Well, first we would need to induce a deathlike coma in Bail, just long enough for me to get a reading. Afterwards, everyone would have to commit to the story that Bail has died. Which means that we have to keep this secret limited to a small circle of people. Every person that knows the truth increases the odds that it gets out. Bail will have to be hidden away, and you will need to present yourself in mourning to the galaxy.
We can spend some time at the Cloudshape Falls, alone. Its not like we had a chance to be alone together since the war broke out. Breha insisted, taking Bails hand, I announce my intention to spend my mourning there.
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"You are absolutely certain this is safe, Master Quentin?"
Bail sat on the smooth white top of a repulsor-suspended medical bed, holding Breha's hand and eying the 2-1B unit skeptically. It was the third time he'd asked since they had started making preperations, but Quentin didn't blame him. The thing they were asking if him required a great deal of trust, after all. So he nodded in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "It is. I've used sednzine twice, myself. Under field conditions, might I add. You'll be under medical care the whole time."
Bail drew a deep breath, then nodded. "All right. Do it."
The 2-1B nodded, and the medical Treadwell extended a tool arm. There was a soft hiss as the tip touched his throat. Bail gasped, turning suddenly pale, and shook violently. Breha bit her lip, clutching his hand as his breathing slowed and then stopped.
Quentin caught Kaydia's hand in sympathy, squeezing it gently as he reassured himself that she was there. That she wasreal. The fear and agony rolling off the Queen of Alderaan was heartbreaking, and the trust she placed in the Jedi Order - in him, personally, as their representative - was humbling. "Twoonebee?" he asked, voice soft.
"Senator Organa's pulse has slowed to one heartbeat every 137.221 seconds," the droid replied. "Brain wave activity is functionally nonexistent." It looked at Kaydia. "Please extract the tissue sample you require. The Senator may be kept safely in a sednzine-induced coma for approximately 10 hours without looking for support, but the sooner he is revived the better."
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Right, Kaydia nodding, watching Bail slip into a near death coma. Placing the probe right against the back of Bails head, she took the sample and sent off the reading to her contact. Then she held her breath, waiting. A minute passed before she heard a beep on her data pad, opening the incoming message with haste. A new folder, labeled Mina Bonteri, and another update on Mara.
The droid was the administering the Adrexal, which would counteract the effects of the Sednzine, but Kaydia hardly paid it any mind, flicking through the latest images of her daughter. When she reached the last one, she felt the tears come up, burying her pain in Quentins chest. It only took a moment to regain her composure, scrubbing the tears from her eyes as Bail gasped desperately. 2-1B placed a breathing mask over his face.
Relax Bail, it insisted in voice that was designed to be soothing, It may take up to five minutes for your breathing to return to normal. Heart rate is steady, Delta wave activity has returned to normal. Theta wave activity returning to optimal levels. As of now, there are no lingering effects from the Sednzine, but there will be drowsiness and lethargy for the next 24-48 hours.
Very good, Twoonebee, Breha acknowledged, her voice filled with relief and hope and concern. She took a deep breath and turned to Quentin and Kaydia, Ill make a formal announcement tomorrow morning, delaying the funeral until we get comprehensive autopsy results. Hopefully that will buy you the time you need, Master Jedi. She ran her fingers through Bails hair, clearly grateful to have her husband back, even if he was only gone for a moment.
Thank you so much, your highness, Kaydia said, I dont know how we could possibly repay you.
We all have the same goal, to preserve and protect the Republic. It is fortunate that our aims align at this time, Breha decided, placing a comforting hand on Kaydias shoulder. I know you are on a time table, but you both look like you could use a nights rest. There is a room prepared for you, in the south wing. Completely private, with direct access to your ship.
The apartment the queen had assigned them was starkly white with black furniture, all angular lines and sleek details. Extremely comfortable, but she imagined shed be just as comfortable onThe Scrapper.So long as Quentin were there with her.
Kaydia found she hardly recognized the green eyes and red hair that stared back at her in the mirror. When had she last worn her own face? Mina Bonteri is a separatist senator, on Onderon. Once again, the most vocal proponent of peace with the Republic. Whoever is assigning my missions wants war between the CIS and the Republic. Do you think this is the doing of the Sith? To cast havok and turmoil among the masses? To what end?
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Quentin leaned against a blindingly-white wall, watching as Kaydia scrubbed away her disguise. He'd known it was her. He'd have recognized her in any of her disguises. But to see those jade eyes as she removed the contacts? To see her copper hair cling wryly to scalp and shoulders as she rinsed out the dye? He shivered, wondering why he hadn't been able to sense her presence in the Force until now.
Because the Supreme Chancellor himself told you she'd been executed. Why would you have gone looking?
"Mina Bonteri is a separatist senator, on Onderon," she said, Rowling her hair dry. "Once again, the most vocal proponent of peace with the Republic. Whoever is assigning my missions wants war between the CIS and the Republic. Do you think this is the doing of the Sith? To cast havok and turmoil among the masses? To what end?
"It has to be the Sith," Quentin replied, pushing aside - for the moment - everything he wanted to say to concentrate on the question at hand. "Jard Dooku was confirmed to be the Sith Lord Darth Tyrannous at the start of the war. He probably trained the Sith Lord Maul, and he broke and turned Master Kenobi."
Pushing away from the wall, he began pacing back and forth. "Most Jedi forget this, but the Sith were a galactic power once. They nearly broke the Republic on five different occasions, and Dooku probably wants that again. To build a new Sith Empire out of the ashes of the Republic. The CIS is just his tool to achieve that."
Suddenly he spun, catching Kaydia in his arms and pulling her into an embrace. "And Idon't care," he exclaimed, voice shaking with emotion. "Not right now. You're alive! I thought... that is... you'd beenexecuted! I thought you were dead!"
Finally, the tears came. He shook as he held her, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Alive. You're alive. And we have a daughter." He stared into her eyes, voice shaking. "We'll find her, love. We will." And then he was kissing her, desperate and hungry and making up for lost years.
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That was the Quentin she remembered, spouting off historical precedent. She half expected to get into a debate with him, on which conflict Dookus plan most closely resembled. In another time perhaps, when they both werent weighed down with burden of a missing daughter.
You're alive! I thought... that is... you'd been executed! I thought you were dead!"
She wanted to be playful, make a joke about how often he mistook her for dead. But three years of longing drained away playfulness. Instead, she clung to Quentin. Marveling at how good this felt, being wrapped up in his arms, against his chest, his warmth and strength enveloping her. I missed you so much, she admitted, arms tight around his back So much. The kiss was needy, one hand trailing up the back of his neck. Holding his head close to hers, holding herself close to him.
She couldnt dare pull away from her now. Not ever as kissing got in the way of undressing. She craved his touch, fingertips on bare skin, and she craved his mouth and she craved that completion of having him inside her. Still, she managed topless as his mouth moved along her jaw and throat, and she was kicking off her pants as he explored her. It wasnt much different than he would have remembered. A bit softer in places, with faded pale stretch marks on her abs and an angry pink scar just above her pubic mound, nearly running the width of her hips.
Without realizing it, she was undressing him, tearing at his shirt and his pants and his belt. Single-minded in her goal to remove everything that separated them, as his thoughts and feelings merged in her mind, her own reaching for his. Even after all these years, nothing was as comforting as his presence in the force. Love me, she implored, opening his shirt to his chest, opening to that same tattoo she wore on her shoulder. Love me Quentin.
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It was too much to take in, the emotiins too raw and too strong. His hands explored her, tugging at her blouse as she peeled it off and threw it aside, cupping her breasts and tasting her lips as she hopped and danced out if her slacks. Three years had wrought subtle changes on her, softening belly and breasts and widening her hips, but she wasn't the only one. He wore new scars, and his muscles weren't quite as defined as they had been. But he didn't care, and coukd sense that she didn't either. She was his, his Kaydia, returned once more.
He fell to his knees before her, caressing hips and thighs and stomach with string hands and gentle lips. Thumbs stroked the scar acrosx her lower abdomen, but she pulled him back up before he could do more. His movements echoed her need, her desperation to feel him as she pulled and tore at his clothes, and then her bare body was warm against him as she pulled him tight. "Love me," she demanded, begged of him.
"Always," he answered, moving one arm and then the other as she pulled his shirt away.
"Love me Quentin," she implored.
"Always, Kaydia," he groaned, hands fisting in her hair as he pushed her into the wall and kissed her deeply. His eyes closed, ficusing on her warmth and flavor, her contours as he devoured her curves with his touch. "Always," he gasped, one hand sliding over her bare thigh as her leg wrapped around him. His otherarm hooked under her rear, lifting her, letting her feel his hard length slidingbagainst her.
There woukd be slow and gentle loving later. Right now, he was desperate to be with his wife. To be in her, joined to her, and the sound he made as he entered her was a groan of ecstatic hunger. "Kaydia," he moaned as he fiund her slick and ready for him. "My Kaydia. Mine."
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Quentin! she sobbed out, trying to hold back the tears, trying and failing as he pushed into her. As she sunk down on him, surrounding him with her warmth reflecting the way he surrounded her with arms. Their love and need flowing and merging together, becoming one as their bodies did. Fingers dug into his shoulders, still strong, bulging with the effort of holding her up. Her back thudded against the wall each time he drove into her, echoed by a wordless, grateful, animal cry of pleasure and need.
He was so thick inside her, the missing years leaving her unaccustomed to his girth. She couldnt say shed been faithful, a fact that filled her with shame. A fact she wouldnt have changed. She had done what was necessary to protect Mara, and her entire body was a tool that end. But this wasnt in service to bastards who held her daughter hostage. This was for her, to satisfy her need and his, to reconnect with the husband she was desperately missed.
So, she didnt resist as each stroke demanded more of her, parting her wall on his hard steel meat. Didnt deny him, even as flexing thighs pulled him close and refused to let go. Didnt want to stop, even as gravity pulled her down his shaft, slamming into her far barrier each time. She could be sore tomorrow. Tonight she was all his.
Quentin, fuck, I love you. The word burst put in breathy rasps, as she stared into his eyes. Not daring to break the contact between them, I need you. Cum with me, please
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The feel of her body against him, around him, moving with him. Quentin coulld feel her thoughts and emotions and knew she could feel his as well. He knew she hadn't been faithful, and knew why, and didn't care. He hadn't been either, believing her dead. Sheila and herfaylenhad aZeltron's aporoach to mourning, and there had been others. Some as part of his cover, others out of need or desire. But none like her. Nine like his Kaydia.
"Fuck," he gasped, driving into her cunt again and again. "I... Kaydia, I love you. Kaydia." She moved with him, body accepting him, arms and legs gripping him. The sound of his flesh striking hers filled the air, mingled with the sound of his cock moving within her. He leaned in, pressing her into the wall, pressing his body into hers. "Kaydia," he groaned.
"Quentin, fuck, I love you," she gasped, staring into his eyes. Staring into his soul.
"I love you," he gasped back, norlt slowing.
She pulsed around him, and her grip tightened. "I neecld you. Cum with me, please."
"I need you," he answered, fuckingbfaster. Harder. "Always... always needed you... Kaydia... Kaydia!" His orgasm hit him with unexpected force, transfirming her name into a gutteral cry as he drive into her once again. His cock pulsed within her, emptying his pleasure into her in a hot spray of cum."
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His infidelity if it could even be called than, given her apparent demise didnt bother her. Not really. It was merely physical, after all. Whatever he had shared with others, it was just his body. Just sex. He never shared a bond with any of them, not like he had with her. That part of him, his thoughts and emotions and inner life? That was all for her alone.
No one that either of them slept with would have a moment like the one they currently shared. A moment where they came together, Bliss and love and need bleeding form her mind to his, until they were both consumed. Until the distinctions between her and him were blurry and faint. Unnecessary. Just perfect intimacy between them. Perfect intimacy that lingered after he finished in her, leaning against him and the wall. Clinging to him still, as his body was warm against hers. His devotion, warm within her mind. His seed, warm inside her body.
I love you, she whispered again, when she could manage words. He would feel that from her, without need for the words, certainly, but the words were more for her than for him. Because she needed to say it, to repeat it, to express it and make up for lost time since she had last seen him. Fuck, I needed that. Almost as much I need you.
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"I... I needed... needed you..." he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "Always... needed you..."
Quentin's shoulders and back ached from the effort of supporting her, and sweat streamed down his chest where her heat had mingled with his. He didn't care. Not now. Not right now. Instead he kissed her, the passion he'd spent within her still alive as he tasted her. Explored her. Remembered her.
Then he winced as his back twinged. "Not... not quite a young as I used to be," he laughed, untangling himself. He still held Kaydia though, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed so he wouldn't have to let her go. The act was a little more difficult than he remembered. Had she gained weight? Had he lost muscle? No matter, he decided as he laid her down and crawled in beside her. It didn't matter in the slightest.
"There are so many questions I want to ask," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. "So many things I want to know.". He cupped her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. "Most can wait, though. But I need to know...". His fingers slid lower, over her smooth stomach and between her legs. "Do you still enjoy this?". Two fingers caressed her slit, still wet with their mingled cum. He bit her ear and eased a finger in, groaning at her heat. "My fingers, filling you?"
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"Not... not quite a young as I used to be."
Neither of us are, But I always did want to grow old with you, Kaydia admitted, nuzzling his jaw as he carried her, enjoying the attention way too much. It was so easy to slip back into old times with him. So easy to cast off the burdens she had carried for too long. She just wanted a little time in his arms, a little time to feel light and carefree. Maybe not so light, as Quentin strained to carry her the short distance, but there wasnt time to feel self-conscious. Not as Quentin embraced her with his love and desire.
"There are so many questions I want to ask," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her. "So many things I want to know."
Theres so much I want to tell you. So much Ive wanted to tell you, all these missing months, She murmured, as heartbreak reared its ugly head, ready to drag her back down from the euphoria of being with her husband once more. But whether he sensed her need for lighter conversation, or needed it himself, Quentin was playful with her. As if nothing had come between them.
"Do you still enjoy this? My fingers, filling you?"
Oh yeah, you wonder that, do you? She giggled, and then gasped, remembering just how good it really did feel. Remembering their little games of teasing each other in public through the force. Remember how often she lost those contents, with a visible shudder or an audible gasp. Not hiding such shudders or gasps now, as two delightful digits probed her. Is there reallyanydoubt? Her back arched into him, hungering for more of his fingers and touch. More of the husband she had missed so much.
Letmelet meassuage your doubts She was damn near helpless against his caress, feeling no shame in melting into orgasmic bliss. Her hand stroked his face, stroking the facial hair he had worn to disguise himself as Bail. Facial hair he still wore. She liked it, she decided. Hoped he might keep it. As her rapture built, her held his face, held his gaze, letting her pleasure flow from her mind to his. Making him feel it, the clenching and the fluttering and the rippling. The squirming legs and bucking hips and the squeezing walls. Finally, when she could take no more ecstasy, she pulled him close, capturing his mouth in a needy kiss.
The kiss persisted, as release ebbed and flowed along her nerves and through their bond. Her lips were sore when she pulled away to breathe, but not sore enough to discourage a second or even third kiss. Tell me, my husband, what did you miss most these past few years?
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Her kisses were delightful, and when combined with her reaction to his touch they made him begin to grow hard once more. But her question dampened that response, reopening old wounds. "You," he whispered, suddenly wrapping his arms around her. "I missed you the most." He clung to her then, not trusting himself to speak as emotion coursed through him.
"What... what happened?" he asked. He'd touched her memories, of course. That was how he knew he had a daughter. But there were so many unanswered questions. "The Supreme Chancellor.., he said... he said...". His voice choked with emotion, but his thoughts were clear.He said you'd been executed.. Pain and loss flavored the thought, along with shame and self-hatred. "I thought you were dead."
The self-hatred twisted and grew, coiling into fury. Had the Supreme Chancellor lied? Or had he been deceived? He must have been. But, then, how had the Seperatists infiltrated the capitol, infiltrated deep enough to capture aJedi? How long must they have played their role?
Or... had it been another faction? Black Sun, perhaps? The method fit them, but not the targets. Wholesale political assassination would be unacceptably risky for the cartels. Particularly given the number of Senators along bribes from them.
"What...". Then he bit the question off, pulling her tight and burying his face in her hair. "It doesn't matter. Whoever they are, we'll find our daughter. And then we'll take them apart."
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He told you that? The Supreme Chancellor? She repeated, a shiver going through her body at the thought. He offered me the plea deal, himself. Maybemaybe he was just trying to keep it quiet. I did kill a senator, rather publicly. Maybe it was just a matter of keeping law and order. Still, it all raised more questions, the same questions that had been chasing when they last worked together. The separatists were playing a much bigger game than anyone realized, and their influence went far deeper than anyone believed possible. It was the only explanation that made any sense.
Those concerns were distant now, however. Paled in comparison to the pain in Quentins mind, the shame and self-hatred threading his thoughts and words. That wasnt what she wanted, when she asked her question. She wanted more playfulness, more teasing and flirting, more reconnecting.
So, remembering how he helped her through pervious pain, previous bouts of shame and self-loathing, she poured out her emotions in the force. My husband, she whispered against his lips, opening her thoughts. Love that hadnt diminished over the years, that only grew even in his absence. Desire that had certainly built in his absence, built into a ravenous hunger, demanding more of him this night.
My love, she managed as she pulled away from the kiss, moving to straddle him, and sending him more reassurance. Gratitude that he was still hers, that he still loved and needed her as much as she loved and needed him. Hope that he would find their daughter, rescue their daughter and they would be a family.
My Quentin. And we arent done yet. I havent seen you in years, and I dont plan on wasting time asleep. I want you inside me again. Mind and body. Everything, love. All of you.
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Kaydia's emotions flowed through him, assuring him that she didn't blame him. Telling him that she loved him, wanted him. Still, it was hard to shake his own somber mood. The parallels between what had happened, and when she'd been captured by Lnora, seemed too strong. But then she presented a compelling distraction by mounting him. He hadn't even realized he'd gotten hard again - distracted by his thoughts even as hers had aroused him - and so the feeling of her weight astride him and her walls gripping him left him wide-eyed and breathless. "Ohfuck, love," he breathed.
He sighed long and low, head rolling back and fingers tangling in the sheets as she clenched around him. "All right,- he laughed when he could finally find his voice, "I understand. No moping, no remonstrating. This is our night.". Grinning, he rocked his hips upwards with enough force to lift his ass clean off the mattress. "The first of many more to come.". He thrust upwards again, watching her move atop him. Watched the way she shifted to keep her balance, admired the sway of her breast and the way her mouth opened in delight. "I've missed this," he breathed, running his palms over her belly. "Missed you. Missed us."
His hands, hard and callused from decades of saber practice and martial arts, cupped her breasts. He felt his own grip through her nerves, felt her blood pound and quicken in his veins. "You feel so good," a voice murmured - hers? Or his own, heard through her ears? It didn't matter. He could taste his tongue as he kissed her, feel her skin slide over his. Opening his own mind, he let her feel his love and his desperate hunger for her. Offered her his memories of the other women he'd had when he believed her dead, hiding nothing from her - a few in the line of duty, a few more to fill a need, none that matched her in his heart or mind. "Mine," he groaned as they moved together. "My love. My Kaydia."
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It might hurt, the visions he sent her. It could have been stab through the heart, not just seeing his conquests, but being made to feel them, as he had. Seeing him with so many other women. Feeling his pleasure, feeling him seek out that pleasure to fill the void her absence left.
All that remained was the lengths he had gone to move past her. All that, all those women, and still none had replaced her. She wasnt replaceable. There was a guilty pride in that. Of course, she wanted Quentin to be happy. She would have wanted him to find love again if she were gone, really gone. His life didnt have to end, just because hers had. But she wasnt dead, wasnt gone, and he hadnt found anyone else. He was still hers, in all the ways that really mattered. Brief flings were just that, flings. Quentin had chosen her, again and again and again.
Quentin, she moaned, moaning in time with one of the women in his memories. Not the same name, of course. That was still hers, hers alone. She pushed the memories away, gently, instead reaching for his sensations. Tonight, youre all mine. Mine alone. I am very greedy after all this time apart, she teased, gazing into his eyes, those gorgeous blue-green irises that had consumed so much of her dreams and fantasies. The same eyes she stared into for the brief time she held their daughter.
She wasnt sure which felt better. His thick cock twitching inside her, or the silken vice of her sex on him. Soft and hot and wet, embracing and swallowing his aching meat. Aching for her. It was such a contrast to the way he felt in her, the hardness parting her walls, the sensation of fullness pushing logic and worry from her mind. Together, it was erotic and euphoric and almost too much carnality. Fill me, again, she gasped, throwing her head back as nirvana grew from the pit of her stomach. Please, Quentin, please Fuck, I need it. I needIneedplease. The word burst in quick rasps, throaty and low and desperate until they were swallowed up by bliss.
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"Yours," Quentin groaned in unison, hands roaming her body as she rode him. "Yours, and mine.". He could taste her sorrow that there had been others in her absence, as well as her smug pride that none of them had compared. But most of all he could sense her own building pleasure, and not just from the physical act. It was being here, together again, after so long. "Be greedy. Take what you want, my love. All... all that I have."
He felt like an iron bar in her, unbelievably hard as her sex swallowed him. As she rode up and down, the soft, slick walls gripping his aching cock. He rested his hands on her hips, watching her move on him, watching the delicious symphony of her mounting pleasure. She cried out, budy arching and head tossing back, her long copper hair cascading down her back as her orgasm burned bright through her nerves. Maybe he could have held out, drank in the sight and the sensations before bringing her to that peak again. But instead he dug his fingers into her thighs, arching his hips to meet hers. "Kaydia!" he cried as his own pleasure peaked. "Kaydia!" he cried again as he pulled against her walls, hot cum flooding her.
Finally, gasping for breath, he collapsed back against the mattress. Fingertips ran over sweat-slick skin as he pulled her down against his chest. He tasted salt on her lips as he kissed her, flavored by the musky scent of their mingled pleasure. "Mine," he whispered. "Now and forever."
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Always yours, She repeated, breathing hard. Rarely did her missions require her to perform twice in a night, and she was finding herself worn out. Still, sleep was unthinkable, a cruel blink that would see him torn from her arms again.Not for long, she told herself, snuggling against her husbands chest. Quentin will find their daughter. Bring her home, and keep her safe. Theyd be a family again, before much longer.
Sitting up over him, Kaydia nuzzled Quentins nose, mischief in her eyes. Should we have another baby? After we reunite again? I bet Mara would love a little brother or sister to go along with being back with her parents. She kissed Quentin before he could respond, and rested her head on his chest, tracing his tattoo.
Carrying her was the only thing that got me through those first few months. Knowing that we had creating something so incredible, together. Her words were soft, somber. Threatening to bring up the pain again. She pushed it way, a little longer, forcing a smile as she met Quentins eyes. I want that again. I want to share it with you. One hand caressed his face, letting memories bleed through her fingertips into his mind. Carrying the sensation of carrying Mara. Feeling her, kick, and move and grow. Letting Quentin experience, it all, experiences hed have no other connection to. Instilling the love, she felt towards Mara in him, knowing that now he too would do anything to get her back. I want our family back together. And I know you wont let me down.
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He felt it all, the joy and the loss, and the knowledge of everything he'd missed was like the blow of a hammer. Emotions warred and clashed, and in the end all he could do was cling to Kaydia and weep. Weep with joy for what was, and in sorrow for what could have been. Finally, the emotions were spent. "Yes," he finally managed, wiping his eyes. "Once we've rescued Mara, we should... she should have a little brother or sister, along with a mother and a father. And I won't let you - or her - down."
Laying back, he stared at the white ceiling without really seeing it. Instead, he relived memories of a chubby-cheeked infant. If a laughing toddler with wild red hair. "We will find her," he murmured. "And we'll train her to be a Jedi. The strength I sense in her from your memories... she'll be powerful. Maybe as powerful as Sir Anakin.". He chuckled, remembering the intense young Jedi, then frowned as he remembered the circumstances if their meeting. "But with more self-discipline. Skywalker's a loose cannon, too headstrong and too defiant for his own good.". After a moment, he laughed and snuggled into the warmth of his wife. "Of course, I'm hardly one to talk."
Exhausted, Quentin waved a hand in the direction of the light panel and drew on the Force. The room plunged into darkness, and he pulled the covers over them both. "I must be getting old," he yawned, then kissed Kaydia. "We made love twice, and now I'm exhausted.". He kissed her again, lingering over the act. By the third kiss he was atop her, fingers tangled in her hair as he feasted in her. Her body moved against him, her hands exploring him, and he felt himself hardening once more in response to their mingled desire. "Well," he said as her thighs parted and he entered her once more, "maybe I'm not all that old yet..."
Bail shifted awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable and more than a little turned in by the feed from the spy camera. "So, uhm, I think we can, ah, assume she's telling the truth."
Breha shifted as well, staring at the screen. Her long, slim finger toyed with the neck of her gown. "it certainly seems that way, yes. Master Quentin is clearly, uhm, not deceived."
"What now?" he asked.
"Now?". The Queen of Alderaan slid smoothly into her husband's lap, kissing him eagerly. "Now," she murmured, catching his wrists and bringing his hands to her breasts. "What do you think?"
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Eyes closed, she shared in Quentins fantasies, imagining the future he described, training their daughter to follow in their footsteps. Mara was gifted in the force, far more than either of them, Kaydia knew. Shed be a powerful Jedi, given the right training and guidance. But if she remained with whoever had her now? Kaydia shuddered, clinging closer to Quentin. Letting his joke push aside the fear.
"Of course, I'm hardly one to talk."
Can you imagine, if shes as stubborn as you are? Kaydia teased, snuggled up to her husband, Part of me hopes she is, but it would be a challenge both to parent and to train.
Sleep and desire clashed in her mind, but each of his kisses length strength to her longing. With the lights out, she could only see the shadowy outline of Quentins figure. Hands became her eyes, feeling along his firm back and shoulders. Thighs opened for him, gripping him, pulling him into her. Needing him, needing more, needing everything. That everything he had promised her the first time they came to Alderaan, when he proposed. She held him to those words now, holding him close, moving with and against him.
Quentin, she gasped out, between breathy moans and needy kisses, Fuck melove metake me The senseless cries of passions grew quicker and louder as his pace quickened and his thrusts went deeper, harder. Legs tightened around him, moving along his length, guiding him even deeper to remove everything separating them. QuentinQuentin Her hoarse voice betrayed her tone, euphoria building and fighting against exhaustion Lovemylovemy my Her utterances ceased to be words, just worshipful pleas for more and praise for each movement inside her. Love and ecstasy bursting in her mind as all other concerns melted away. This moment, filled with him and his love was everything, consuming Kaydia as she let herself sink into it.
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"Kaydia," Quentin moaned as he moved within his wife. "Kaydia. My Kaydia.". He felt her legs gripping him, her hands cli ging to the small of his back and her lips on his. He kissed her hungrily, then planted burning kisses on her throat. The feel of her body against him, moving with him, was intoxicating. He felt her stretching around his girth, felt her breasts flatten beneath his weight and the delicious stimulation as his chest rubbed over her nipple. He tangled his fingers in her hair, let her taste her skin as he bit the base of her neck, let her feel her naIls biting into his skin. Let her feel his pleasure build as each deep stroke brought him closer - brought her closer - to the edge.
It was impossible to say who climaxed first. Pleasure rolled through them, each magnifying the other's sensations as orgasm met orgasm. For a timeless moment he thrust into her, losing himself in her mind and body until he could take no more. Only then, spent and buried in hef, did he slump again at her sweat-slick body and gasp for breath. "That..." he gasped, kissing the hollow of her throat, "that was, was...". Words failed him, so he gave up. I stead he lay there, cradled against her warm figure and listening to her breathing. "I... I really think I am getting old, now," he finally managed, offering her a wry griin as he kissed the tip of her nose. "Because I need to rest, now."
Carefully, reluctantly, he rolled to one side and nestled against her. "Be here," he whispered, wrapping his arms possessively around her. "in the morning. Wake up, next to me."
Breha gasped for breath. Her elaborate hair hung in disarray, and her white gown was stained and bunched up around her hips, and there was at least one stinging bite on her throat that would be a scandalous bruise in a few hours. And she didn't care. Bail was still thick in her, and his hands rested on her rear, and she was certain he'd have a mark or two of his own. Sighing happily, still aware of the warmth of his pleasure in her, she leaned her head against his chest. "You're not getting old, are you?"
"I... don't think k so," he said, and she felt smug pride at the fact that he sounded so ded.
"Good.". She bit gently at his nipple. "I gave some plans for you, once you get me to our chambers..."
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Once more, Kaydia found herself watching the clock tick down the minutes, wrapped in Quentins arms. Not daring to wake him, because then theyd have to go their separate ways again. Stretching, she could almost reach her data pad, until Quentin pulled her tighter against him, the sleep-reflex damn near breaking her heart. So she closed her eyes for a moment, squeezing the arm that held her. After a moment, his grip loosened just enough for her to reach the datapad.
She sunk back into his embrace, waiting for the device to start up. She told herself she wouldnt leave until he awoke, that shed keep at least this promise to him, and in the moment, she didnt want to leave his side at all. But then the device flickered to life, and she looked through the latest collection of Maras photos again. Their daughter needed them, and that was the one thing in the universe that could pull her from Quentin now.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she kissed Quentin until his eyes fluttered open. Its time, love, she whispered against his lips, trying not to cry again. I have to head to Onderon, and keep up appearances of completing my missions. And if two months isnt long to find Mara She didnt finish that sentence, just pressed her forehead against his. No matter what happens to me, you find her, and bring her home. Promise me that you wont stop looking until she is safe with you.
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"Onderon.". He tried not to sound plaintive as he said it, but the knowledge that she'd have to leave was heart-wrenching. Damnit! He'd just found her again! It wasn't fair! The thought brought a grim smile to his lips. Whoever said it was? "Of course not," he said, taking Kaydia in his arms. "With your memories, I can feel her in the Force."
He fell silent, listening to her breathe. Listening to her heart beat. Trying to memorize every detail of her once more. He didn't let go, didn't want to let go. "I'll find her," he finally whispered. "I'll find her, and I'll find the bastards that did this, and I'll bring her home.". He stroked her cheek, staring into her eyes. "Take as long as you dare on your missions, Kaydia. And...". He hesitated, the wordsshould we tell Master Valisunspoken. Because the old Axolotl would help. But even the office of the Supreme Chancellor had been compromised, subverting the sentence that had been passed against her. There was a mole, maybe more than one. Traitors in the government, possibly even within the Order.
That would be something to investigate. Once he'd found their daughter.
Emotions roiling, Quentin forced a smile. "We should probably get moving," he said with a heavy heart. Then he chuckled. "Think there's enough room for two in the shower?"
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Kaydia heard his unasked question, felt the anxiety and distrust rising in him. Distrust that she struggled with as she considered the who it was that held her daughter, and was directing her missions. Suddenly their world was small, and almost everyone questionable.
We can trust Master Valis, she assured Quentin, running fingers through his hair, He is the only other Jedi I trust right now. Seeking corruption from within the Order was something Quentin had experience in, she knew from his memories. It was why he died in the first place. And theyd do it together this time, just like all the other missions they had undertaken together. Once shes safe, well look into it together. Well root out the corruption, and restore balance to the force.
We should probably get moving.
She nodded, but found herself still unwilling to move, unwilling to untangle from him. Unable to imagine leaving his side again. Just holding back the tears when he made his last suggestion. Then she joined him in laughing. We always find a way to fit, dont we?
His warmth still filled her mind and body as she watchedThe Scrapperlift off from the docking berth. It had been hard to say goodbye, (even though she was literally to sore to fuck anymore), but instead of letting despair consume her, Kaydia clung to hope. Quentin was the person in the galaxy who loved Mara as much as her, and, like her, hed do anything to protect their daughter. It wouldnt be long now.
The next time theyd met, theyd be a family again.
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Quentin's fingers drifted over the controls as he acknowledged the launch instructions from the starport. Even though she was already half a mile and more below him, with alloy walls blocking his view, he could still feel Kaydia's eyes on him. And it was hard, harder than he'd ever believed it would be, to keep going.She's alive.The thought ran through his mind, over and over again. The wife he'd mourned wasn't dead. And they had a daughter he never knew existed. And he wanted desperately to take her with him, to find their daughter together.
Except that he couldn't do that. Because if she didn't complete her mission, and the mission after that, and the mission after that, then little Mara would die.
"No." He murmured the word into the cabin. No, she wouldn't. He'd find her. He'd find her, because no power in the galaxy could stop him from finding her now. If it took decades, he'd find her.
Face grim, he tapped a button. The communication array on the ship whirred and realigned, connecting to the HoloNet. Another tap of the button sent a burst transmission, deeply coded and encrypted, racing towards Coruscant. Soon, Master Valis would know Kaydia was alive as well. And the wily old Shadow would be able to direct information towards him and towards her, aiding him in finding his daughter. Aiding him in freeing his wife.
His wife.
He smiled as he threw the lever, and settled back as the stars streaked towards him and dissolved into the swirling chaos of hyperspace. Kaydia was alive. And the next time they met, they'd be together. All of them, for the first time. Then a thought struck him, something said one of his acquaintances from one of his cover identities. The man had laughed at the very idea of marriage. "It's a trap," he'd said, knocking back a brandy. "You get married, and they get the hooks in, and you're trapped."
He laughed at the memory. "Trapped? She freed me, Thom. She freed me."
Ord Mantel.
The Bright Jewel System, in the Mid-Rim.
"Understood, control," Quentin said. "Approaching Ord Mantell City on vector 33-27-Beta, and relinquishing manual control.... now."
He leaned back as the guide rays took over, steering theScrapperwith feathery touches of tractor and pressor beams designed to prevent any last-minute problems with the landing. Ord Mantell City, although currently occupied by the Separatists, still had business to conduct. A great deal of business. And the cartels didn't want that disrupted, particularly since the Shadow Collective had so recently been shattered by the Separatists. Disrupted business was bad business, and nobody wanted that. Particularly not the Black Sun, which effectively ruled the Bright Jewel system.
The presence of the Black Sun was, of course, why he wasn't "Quentin Hall" here and why his ship wasn't called theScrapper. Black Sun, after all, knew that a (former) Jedi Knight named Quentin Hall had disrupted their operations across a dozen sectors of the galaxy. That a (former) Jedi Knight named Quentin Hall had captured one of their prize assassins, a former Padawan named Scarlet. And for that they'd put a bounty on his head that could buy a small moon. Well, an asteroid at least. maybe a small moon out in the Outer Rim. And that was why he was, once again, Quinn Hale - a mercenary looking for action (and, more importantly, work) after being released from a consulting position with Golb Heavy Industries.
Quentin watched the city grow beneath him. It hadn't actually occurred to him to suspect Black Sun, not until he'd started tracing the transmissions that gave Kaydia her orders. But it was them, and it made a sort of dark sense. Kidnapping their former assassin and using her daughter for leverage, in order to put her to work again. He wasn't entirely certain why they were targeting the Peace Faction, but he had suspicions. War made it easier for criminals to profit, after all, because the authorities were distracted. And with the CIS holding the Bright Jewel System, and having smashed the Shadow Collective, it wasn't hard to guess that they'd reached an accommodation with the enemies of the Republic.
He rubbed his chin, and smiled. He was here to find and rescue his daughter. But if he could strike a blow against the enemies of freedom in the galaxy? So much the better.
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Did you feel that, my apprentice?
Obi-Wan looked up but did not speak for a time. Eyes closed, he sunk into the force, strengthening his perceptions and reaching out beyond human capabilities. Finally, he nodded, Yes, my master, I feel it. A Jedi. But they could be one, anywhere in Ord Mantell.
Quinn Hale, Dooku informed his apprentice, calling up a dozen pictures of the man, spanning the years, Also known as Quentin Hall, a Jedi who died two decades ago.
Looks fairly lively for a dead man, Obi-Wan quipped, How do you know it is the same person?
Your predecessor, Baronet Aldane ha-Florindel Sergovia Organa-Nahal. An arrogant man; his hubris was his downfall. But he helped to arrange a deal with the Black Sun, and more importantly, right now, his contact provided me with valuable information concerning this Jedi Shadow.
A shadow, my master? Obi-Wan asked, surprised to find he was unfamiliar with the term. The Jedi Council had kept many secrets. Too many, for a group whose teaching included, There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
A Sith hunter. Covert agents allowed to use the very techniques they would condemn us for. Now, what would a Sith hunter be doing here? Dooku lead fingers steepled before him.
Why, hunting Sith, of course, Obi-Wan noted with a sly grin. Hunting us.
Precisely. So I charge you with capturing him first.
Capture, my master? Not kill?
Capture. AS a shadow, he is already half Sith. And hed prove a very valuable ally if we could turn him. Dooku explained, and Obi-Wan nodded
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Nosing around a Black Sun world was a tricky prospect at the best of times. And, clearly, a Black Sun world behind enemy lines in the galactic civil war wasn't the best of times. It meant he had to be discrete, a thing that many Jedi weren't particularly good at. Most of them would wander around in their pretentious hermit robes, acting holier-than-thou and asking questions and attracting all the attention on Ord Mantel. And attention on Ord Mantell was a recipe for death, if you were a Jedi.
So he did what any broke mercenary in his position would do. He went to the Guild.
"Name?" a bored xeno of some species he didn't recognize asked.
"Quinn Hale," Quentin replied, tossing an identity chip on the desk. It was completely legitimate, too, since he'd been Quinn Hale for years.
The xeno picked up the chip with a leathery three-fingered hand and fed it into a slot. "Been a while since you seen action, Quinn," he - it? - said, staring at him with two and then three tentacular eyes. "Ain't sure I'll find work for you."
"Oh, come on," Quentin protested, for the sake of formality. He'd expected this, after all. "A good, steady security gig doesn't count asaction?"
The alien snorted. "On Zeltros? That ain't the kind ofactionwe contract for, Quinn. And your record's light on details."
"Oh, come on," Quentin snapped back, exasperated. "I was doingsecurity, you know. And you know how those contracts work - non-disclosure clauses and the like. If I gave any details, that crimson bitch'd make sure I..."
"Quinn! Quinn Hale!" someone shouted from across the crowded hall. "Danu love you, is thatyou?"
Quentin glanced in the direction of the voice and saw a pale-pink Zeltron male with shaggy snow-white hair heading towards him. The man was lean, dressed in a black jumpsuit and weapon belt that supported a disruptor pistol and a slim-bladed vibrofoil - Echani make, if he was any judge. He stared, trying to put a name to the face, then grinned wide. "Meryik Joss!" he exclaimed, stepping forward and seizing the man's hand. "What're you up to?"
"Same as you, Wizard," Meryik laughed. "Looking for my next score." He paused for a moment, then added with a wink, "and a job, too. What's it been, a decade? I haven't seen you since... uhm..." the Zeltron snapped his fingers, thinking out loud. "Massadon? No, Mustafar!"
"Yeah," Quentin agreed, clapping the man on the back. "Got my big break then, or so I thought. Sweet gig, running bodyguard for a rich Zeltron lady I impressed after a pirate raid."
"Oh?" Meryik's eyes glittered with humor. "How many times did you have to impress her?"
"It wasn't like that!" Quentin protested. Then he laughed. "Well, not all the time. I got set up by one of her full-time employees, though. Made to look bad and sacked."
"Man, that blows," Meryik commiserated. "Hey, since you're in the market, I got a sweet gig." He gestured back towards the door. "Mostly bodyguard stuff for a Vigo, running a few errands. I can vouch for you, Wizard. Get you set up." He grabbed Quentin's arm and steered him towards the door. "I mean, unless you wanna dick around with the front desk and get some scutwork looking for mines on Kashyyk or some shit like that."
"Naw," Quentin agreed, letting himself be led away. "Bodyguarding sounds like a lot less work. What's his name?"
A chill fell across him as they stepped outside. Across the empty street stood a man in a black hooded robe, radiating darkness. Quentin stared for a second and then went for his saber. As he did, Meryik grabbed his arm. "Kenobi," the Zeltron hissed, jabbing a needle into his neck. Quentin staggered, feeling numbness and cold fire course through his veins. Stumbling, he tried to focus enough to draw on the Force, to start neutralizing the toxin. "Shoulda used a different alias, Wizard," he heard Meryik say as he sagged to both knees. "I'll be able to retire on this bounty."
There was a rejoinder on his lips, but he couldn't say it. All he could do was collapse face-first into the street.
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When Quentin awoke, he would find himself suspended in an immobility field. Obi-Wan recognized it from the time he had been captured on Geonosis. When he met with Count Dooku and learned the truth from him. How a Sith Lord was in control of the Senate, and the entire republic was drenched in corruption. How even the Jedi Order was culpable, and only from without could the stain be cleansed.
He was stirring, straining to move against the stasis field.
Oh, good of you to join us, Quinn Hale, Dooku declared as she entered the room. Obi-Wan found himself standing taller then, almost outside of his will. Or should I say Jedi Knight Quentin Hall? Dooku let the question sink in, smiling meaningfully.
What is a dead Jedi doing here, on Ord Mantell? Obi-Wan wondered.
Seeking a disturbance in the force, perhaps? Dooku questioned, walking a perimeter around the bound shadow. I am afraid you are in the wrong place, however.
Whatever you think of the CIS, there is a far greater threat to the sanctity of the Republic, Obi-wan insisted, eyes boring into Quentins.
What if I told you the entire senate is under the influence of a Sith Lord? Dooku offered, coming back into Quentins line of sight, Darth Sidious.
A Sith Lord so powerful, he has blinded the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan explained, A Sith Lord so influential, his taint has seeped into the Order.
You know about that, dont you Quentin? Dooku asked, standing beside Obi-Wan now, You have a history of rooting out corruption within the Order. You uncovered one conspiracy among the Order, before. This threat is far greater than any we have experienced before. Only by splitting off from the Republic and the Order could we begin to unravel it.
Join us, Obi-Wan invited, I know this is all hard to believe. I was in your position once. But once I opened my mind to Dooku, everything became so clear, so obvious. Lend us your strength, and we may yet have the power to cast out this would be emperor of the Sith.
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The first thing he noticed, as consciousness returned, was the pounding headache. Whatever it was Meryik had dosed him with, it hadnt been gentle. Which led to thesecondthing he noticed - recriminations. He should have known better. Should have remembered that maybe, just maybe, hed fatally compromised the Quinn Hale identity when he and Kaydia had fled Mustafar. After all, the entire galaxy had learned that it was Quentin Hall that the pirates had captured along with Scarlett.
He allowed himself a full minute to wallow in misery and self-pity. Then he drew a breath and focused, keeper by his eyes closed as he did. No reason to...
You may as well open your eyes, someone said. I can sense that youre awake.
Shrugging, he opened his eyes. Master Obi-Wan, he said, recognizing the fallen Jedi. Thisisa surprise. I wasnt aware that you were on Ord Mantell. He struggled a little, testing the grip of the suspensor field. It was strong.
A door hissed open. Oh, good of you to join us, Quinn Hale, declared a rich, basso voice. Or should I say Jedi Knight Quentin Hall?
I suppose it doesnt matter, Count Dooku, Quentin replied, observing the change in Kenobis stance. Ive used so many names in my career.
What is a dead Jedi doing here, on Ord Mantell? Obi-Wan wondered.
When all else fails, Quentin decided, baffle them with the truth. Well, its complicated, he began.
Seeking a disturbance in the force, perhaps? Dooku questioned, walking a perimeter around the bound shadow. I am afraid you are in the wrong place, however.
Oddly, no, Quentin said, trying to correct the Sith Lord. I had no idea either of you were here at all. I just...
Whatever you think of the CIS, there is a far greater threat to the sanctity of the Republic, Obi-wan insisted, eyes boring into Quentins.
Look, Im not really here for political reasons, Quentin insisted. Im here because...
What if I told you the entire senate is under the influence of a Sith Lord? Dooku offered, coming back into Quentins line of sight, Darth Sidious.
what? He blinked, processing the statement. This wasnotwhere hed expected the conversation to go.
A Sith Lord so powerful, he has blinded the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan explained, A Sith Lord so influential, his taint has seeped into the Order.
I.... Quentin fell silent, thinking hard. The source of the information was suspect, but... it made sense. It explained so many little things, starting with Kaydia being spirited away from her execution. But...
You know about that, dont you Quentin? Dooku asked, standing beside Obi-Wan now, You have a history of rooting out corruption within the Order. You uncovered one conspiracy among the Order, before. This threat is far greater than any we have experienced before. Only by splitting off from the Republic and the Order could we begin to unravel it.
Join us, Obi-Wan invited, I know this is all hard to believe. I was in your position once. But once I opened my mind to Dooku, everything became so clear, so obvious. Lend us your strength, and we may yet have the power to cast out this would be emperor of the Sith.
Quentin stared at them, then tried to scratch his head. The suspense or field barely let his hand twitch. I... look, he sighed. I believe you. Believe that you believe what youre saying. So let me be honest here. I didnt know either of you were here. Im just looking for my daughter.
Your... daughter? Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. What a ridiculous...
There is some precedent, my Apprentice, Dooku interrupted smoothly. Not all Jedi are as dedicated to the Cide as you were. He turned a paternal haze on the trapped Jedi. But, you must admit, it seems... unlikely. A Shadow arrives on the same world as two renegade Jedi, in search of hisdaughter.
Yes, Quentin agreed. But its true. He thought hard, then decided to go for the gamble. Help me find her, or just let me go do I can. Then Ill listen to your evidence. If there reallyisa Sith Lord behind this, then Ill help you. He paused, looking from Kenobi to Dooku and back. After all, the Jedi exist toprotectthe Republic.
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Simply releasing you without some sort of guarantee would be foolhardy, Dooku explained, But perhaps we could help each other. One of the reasons Jedi are not permitted to form attachments is because of how dangerous those attachments would make a Jedi. Even a Padawan could do quite a bit of damage if compelled to protect or a loved one. But you arent the one being compelled, now are you? He was quiet for a moment, deep in thought.
Obi-Wan looked towards Dooku and back to the bound Jedi. When it became clear Dooku wasnt going to continue, he started, What makes you think your daughter is here, of all places?
Because you think the Black Sun have her. Dooku finally deduced. Obi-Wan looked over at Dooku with an eyebrow raised and the count elaborated, Quinn Hale caused quite a bit of trouble for them, almost ten years ago, when he freed their pet assassin Scarlett. She went dark for years until she showed up three years ago to kill a senator. One of ours, too, despite how the Chancellor tried to spin it as a CIS attack. Shes the mother, isnt she? Quentins expression spoke loud enough, and Dooku smiled. It all makes sense then. I thought shed begun killing again, though, its hard to tell for certain. She covers her tracks well. And now we know why she has gone back into killing.
Is it the Black Sun then? Obi-Wan asked, piecing together his half of the information.
Dooku shook his head, No, not the crime syndicate. If they possessed their assassin, there would be too many targets for them to waste their time on off-world Senators. Disturbingly, he laughed, No but this is perfect! With you and Scarlett on my side, the four of us stand a strong chance at striking down the Sith Lord. Join me, and we will reclaim your daughter and wife from the Sith Lord who holds them.
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"Her name isn'tScarlett," Quentin said, voice level. "Not anymore. She hasn't used that name in years. She's Kaydia. Kaydia Voss-Hall."
Count Dooku nodded at that bit of news. "Ah? Well, whatever name she chooses to use, she's certainly filling the same role she once played. And your daughter... she is leverage, I assume. Leverage to compel obedience." He chuckled lightly. "A prime example of why the Council forbade relations of that sort. It is human to want to protect your loved ones - but then, the Jedi Council would have had us be unhuman." Pausing, he regarded Quentin with a level gaze. "But, these are semantics and have so little to do with my offer. Join me, and we will be able to strike down Darth Sidious."
"I..." Emotions warred within him. There was a lot at stake here now, more than just his daughter. The security of the Republic itself was at stake, if the Count spoke the truth. But that was the trick, wasn't it?Washe telling the truth? Because, for all Dooku's brave words, he could feel the darkness flowing from the man. It was like being in Aldane's presence again, or holding the double-bladed lightsaber that had been recovered from Naboo - a cloying chill that warned him that Dooku was much more than 'merely' a fallen Jedi. "Tell me," he said, swallowing. "What title did you take?"
"Tyrannous," Dooku answered without hesitating. Then he smiled. "You look surprised, my young ally. Did you think I would lie to you now? I am known among the Sith as Darth Tyrannous. And Obi-Wan, as my apprentice, has taken the title of Darth Skalho."
"Skalho," Quentin muttered. "From ancient Sithari, meaning to divide or separate."
Dooku lifted an eyebrow. "You speak Sithari? Impressive, but I should have expected that from a Shadow. But you haven't answered me."
In the background, Obi-Wan stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Wait. His wife was the assassin Scarlett? A Jedi-trained assassin?" He eyed Quentin speculatively, eyes narrowing as he did. "Who has she killed?"
"I've got a counter-proposal for you," Quentin said, staring back at Dooku. "You say you want to root out the corruption in the Republic. Then come with me. Or give me the evidence, and hold back your attacks. I can deal with this. It's what I do - what the Shadows do."
"Who else did she kill?" Obi-Wan asked, insistent.
"Bail Organa of Alderaan was her last victim," Quentin replied. "And, before him, Duchess Satine of Mandalore."
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Fury radiated from Obi-Wan, remembering the older redhead. It had been Satines idea, so he could make up for lost time.
Shes pretty, dont you think? the duchess asked, nudging him.
I suppose, Obi-wan allowed, But you are the one I dreamt of, all these lonely nights. Youre the only one I want, Satine.
Light from his saber painted the walls red, and Obi-Wan pointed it at Quentin, I should cut you down right here, to repay her treachery. Let her feel my loss, as she mourns you.
Peace, my apprentice, Dooku commanded.
Peace? Obi-Wan snarled, not backing down, His wife killed my lover, and you want to ally with them. She was finally mine, and Scarlet took her form me!
Focus, Dooku shouted, standing between Quentin and Obi-Wan, Recall what he has told us. Scarlett was compelled to kill, to protect her daughter. Any parent would have done the same. Scarlett is not Satines killer, my apprentice, merely a tool used by her master for his goals.
She joined us in bed! Obi-Wan bellowed, the glow of his saber reflected in his eyes, Murdered Satine with the same hands that caressed her skin. Only a monster could have killed her lover after that night.
Very well, Dooku said, his tone far too calm for the emotions roiling in the interrogation, The injustice of Satines murder has empowered you, my apprentice. You know who holds his daughter, and therefore know where to look for her. Use your anger; it will grant you great strength. Obi-Wan nodded, glaring at Quentin once more before turning to leave.
Dooku turned to Quentin now, smiling darkly. Attachments are a weakness, Shadow, and your attachments will prove your downfall. Join me, in opposing Darth Sidious, and I may yet be able to convince my apprentice to spare the child. Otherwise, well, I suppose he will have his vengeance for Satine.
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Dread stabbed Quentin's heart as he realized what was going on. One careless word out of place, and he'd managed to unleash a Sith Lord on his daughter. "NO!" he shouted, struggling ineffectually at the suspensor field as Obi-Wan stalked from the room. "No, damnit!Shedidn't doanything!" The door hissed open. "Master Kenobi!" he shouted as the fallen Jedi swept through the door. "How does the murder of achildfit in with your desire to save the Republic?"
Dooku turned to Quentin now, smiling darkly. Attachments are a weakness, Shadow, and your attachments will prove your downfall. Join me, in opposing Darth Sidious, and I may yet be able to convince my apprentice to spare the child. Otherwise, well, I suppose he will have his vengeance for Satine.
Quentin hung in the field without answering for a long minute, staring at the floor. It was a seductive offer, really. One that made sense. What did his own life matter, in the face of his own child? It would be easy to step from the shadows into the darkness. All he'd have to do is turn his back on the light, and his daughter would be safe. A chuckle escaped him, one without any humor. Safe? Would she be safe, really?
"You've learned nothing, Count Dooku," he murmured, staring blankly at the floor.
"Oh? Have I not?" He could see the faint, mocking smile on Dooku's lips in the Force. "What, my shadowy friend, have I failed to learn?"
"You honestly believe that attachments are a weakness?" Quentin asked, examining the mechanisms of the suspensor field in the Force now.
"The Jedi were not wrong in that belief," Dooku assured him. "They misunderstood, but attachments hold you back. They are chains, binding your will and keeping you from achieving greatness." He laughed lightly. "In a way, you have done the young Darth Skalho a service. He will understand, in time, that his affection for Satine was a weakness."
"Friendship," Quentin said, expanding his perceptions to see beyond the walls of the chamber. He was on a ship, he realized. "Love. These are things of the light, Dooku. They inspire selflessness. They encourage a willingness to think of others and their welfare before your own. The mistake of the Council was to try to replace personal attachments with an attachment to the Republic as a whole."
"Ah, you begin to see," Dooku said.
"The mistake of the Sith," Quentin continued, "the mistake that all Sith have made, was to conflate strength with selfishness." Concentrating slightly, he killed the power to the suspensor field and fell to the floor beneath. As he did he reached out with the Force, grasping the hilt of his lightsaber and pulling it to his hand. He caught it as he landed, igniting the blazing white blade.
"We shall see," Dooku said, drawing and igniting his own lightsaber with a graceful flourish. "Do you really believe your attachments make you stronger than me?"
"Not at all," Quentin answered, raising his blade. He smiled and winked. "Just... smarter." With that he spun in a circle and slashed low. The blade tore through the alloy deck, carving a circle around his feet. It collapsed, dropping him into the room beneath.
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Dooku wore a half smirk on his face as Quentin disappeared onto a lower floor. Oh, he had very much doubted it would be so easy to turn the Shadow to his side. Not after the reports he received from Aldane, about his own failures in that regard. Hed gotten close though. The threat to the child had cracked his armor some, and if it were even possible to turn Quentin Hall, that would be his angle.
Lockdown all exit and entry points, Dooku instructed, punching commands into the nearby computer console. The Jedi prisoner escaped and was last seen on Level 3, in the northwest server room. All BX-Commando Droids search the vicinity immediately! The BX-Commandos were elite battle droids, too costly for mass production, but useful for special missions, such as this. As a Shadow, Quentin wouldnt have fought on the front lines against droids, and Dooku believed this would slow him down enough to be captured once more.
Life form detected inside, one robotic voice asserted, approaching the server door. There was only one entrance in or out, but a Jedi wielding a lightsaber wasnt restricted by doorways. Waiting him out wouldnt work. Four commando droids raised their blasters while the fifth approached the entrance.
Blowing the door, blasters ready, the same droid commanded, affixing explosive gel to the frame. 3, 2, 1. The door blew inwards and a hail of blaster fire followed, red streaks lighting up the room.
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Quentin's landed on the deck, flexing his knees and calling on the Force to soften his impact as the alloy disk clattered and clanged. He was free for the moment, but his situation was perilous. The CIS preferred combat.droids, so most of his opposition would be functionally immune to the majority of his Force techniques. And many of their assault craft were robotic as well, so escape would be difficult. Oh, yes. There were also two Sith Lords aboard, both intimitly familiar with Jedi training.
It was the thought of the Sith Lords that spurred him to action. There was no reason why Dooku couldn't follow him, after all - nearly everything he'd done could be replicated by a half-trained Padawan, and Dooku was far more than half trained. So he scanned the darkened room, opening his perceptions so that he could see despite the lack of light. There. The exit was there. And there were battle droids beyond. He didn't recognize the specific model, but he knew they weren't the common combat units deployed by the CIS. So, best to assume they're designed with Jedi-hunting in mind.
Calling on the Force, he hurled himself against the bulkhead as the door hissed open. Crimson blaster fire illuminated the room as the droids opened fire, filling the air with strobinglight and ozone. As the first one entered, he reached out with the Force again. The rough alloy disk that had once been the ceiling stirred and launched itself into the air, crushing two of the droids I to junk as it cannoned through the open doorway. By then, he was no longer guiding the missile. Instead, he was watching the other three through the bulkhead as they moved back, avoiding the swath of destruction. One pulled a cylinder from it's chest as the disk crashed to the floor, and crept towards the door.
Focusing, Quentin used the Force to rotate its artificial brain 10 degrees in it's housing. Without a sound, the combat Droid went down. The other two followed suit as the Force shattered vital connections in their chasses. Only when they were all down did Quentin emerge from the room. Trusting to luck and hoping to find a terminal somewhere, he turned left and sprinted down the corridor.
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Ive never seen a Jedi cause this damage before, Obi-Wan noted, examining the wreckage.
No, you wouldnt, Dooku acknowledged, looking with eyes that saw beyond the visible. Most of the Jedi we face are in the war. Opponents used to a straightforward fight. Coming at him as if he were a typical Jedi isnt going work.
So, how do we come at him? How does one hunt a Shadow? Obi-Wan considered, eying corridors carefully.
Well, you have to think like a Shadow. Like an assassin or spy, Dooku explained, typing something into a command screen on his wrist. Like a sith.
To Quentins great fortune, there was a terminal along that path, three rooms in. Guarded, of course, by a unit of combat droids, but not even of the same caliber of the group hed already dispatched. These would hardly slow him at all. Hardly stop him from reaching the terminal and making use of it.
Of course, what he couldnt be expected to know, was that all the terminals now protected by an anti-intruder system. Without a code known only to Dooku, Kenobi or Asajj, anyone accessing the terminal would activate the room lockdown and gas subroutine. The terminal would appear to function normally, while an odorless stun gas would be pumped into the room. If the intruder managed to discover the subroutine before passing out and attempted to create their own exit from the room, the secondary electroshock deterrent system would kick in and conduct electricity through the saber to the user.
Now it was only a matter of waiting for the Shadow to trigger it.
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Pressed against the bulkhead wall, Quentin studied the next room in the Force. It was a trap, that much was clear. There were only a dozen of the standard CIS B1-series battle droids - he hadn't fought on the front lines, but he still knew the model. They'd be a threat to a squad of regular infantry, but hardly to a Jedi. No, clearly they were merely the first piece of the trap. But they were a piece he would need to deal with before he could disarm the rest of it. So he concentrated, tugging and pulling at vital components within the droids. Electronic wails and screeches filled the air, and one after another they collapsed. Finally, with the last one down, he sighed heavily and wiped sweat from his brow. Non-Jedi often believed that wielding the Force was effortless. They didn't understand how difficult it could be.
Cautiously, he entered the room. There was always the chance he'd missed something, after all. Some CIS droids could conceal themselves, after all, and it was far more difficult to sense the presence of a machine in the Force. He held his lightsaber ready as he crossed the room, ready to attack or defend as necessary. But no attack came, and he found himself staring at the terminal. "Now," he mused aloud, "what would I do, if I were designing intrusion countermeasures?"
Staring at the terminal, he thought hard. Biometrics, and a mandatory security code, were an obvious security design. Something that would trap an unauthorized user until security could arrive. Possibly something that would incapacitate or kill the user as well. He thought a moment longer, then circled the room and inspected and then closed each door in turn. Then, circling the room once more, he used his lightsaber to cut out each of the doors. None of them had secondary blast shielding, being combat doors on a warship already, so they wouldn't be able to seal him in.
Finally, he accessed the computer and began cycling through menu commands. Soon he'd located the layout of the ship, and the location of the nearest hanger. Memorizing the path, he tapped in a few commands. As he did, he felt himself growing light-headed. Yawning, he braced himself on the wall, fighting for consciousness. As he did he called on the Force once more, increasing his metabolism and fighting off the fatigue. Soon enough his head cleared to the point he could finish his command sequence. Now a ship was ready for his use, and all he had to do was...
Everything seemed to spin wildly, and for an instant he feared the unknown cause was overwhelming him. Then he smashed heavily into the console and bounced, tumbling uncontrollably as he hurtled across the room and crashed into the bulkhead. His lightsaber dropped from nerveless fingers as he gasped, feeling the air explode from his lungs with the force of the impact, and then he was spinning uncontrollably again, smashing into wall and floor and ceiling. At last, he slammed brutally into the floor, head spinning and vision dimming from the pain and the effects of the soporific. Gasping and struggling for consciousness, he stared up at the flame-eyed figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Not bad," the fallen Jedi laughed. "But, it seems, a Shadow does notquitethink like a Sith." Then his foot rose, and crashed into Quentin's head.
Pain was the first thing he could feel when consciousness returned. Agonizing pain, his entire body feeling like a single bruise and a horrible sort of stabbing scrape when he breathed.Broken rib,he thought, trying to focus. Keeping his eyes closed, he took an assessment of his situation. Suspended again, he knew. But no fields this time. No, there were manacles gripping his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled and upright.
"You may as well open your eyes," Kenobi said. "I could sense you waking up."
Quentin opened them. The room was dark, lit by an ominous ruddy glow from behind the black-robed figure of Obi-Wan. Count Dooku watched impassively from the other corner as his apprentice inspected him. "I began thinking," Obi-Wan said aloud, lifting a small, hooked object and examining it. "I know where your daughter is, but... killing her wouldn't cause Scarlett to suffer. Not as much as I want her to."
"Kaydia," Quentin spat. "Her name is..." Pain exploded in his skull as Obi-Wan gestured at him.
"I find I don't really care what you call her," Obi-Wan said, voice deceptively gentle. "Kaydia, or Scarlett, or Vynne Armaia, or Nyamelo Cordfay, or whatever alias she is using." His eyes hardened. "She betrayed and slaughtered Satine, and she willsufferfor that." He smiled. "And what better way for her to suffer, than to look upon you and know you failed. That the person she trusted to find her daughter failed her, and she willneversee her again?"
Forcing himself to ignore the small hook Obi-Wan had finally settled on, Quentin stilled his breathing and looked inward. It would be harder, this time, but he could still escape. Even if he was welded into his manacles, they would have a weak spot. A focal point he could exploit. Pain was a thing of the body, and he could ignore it as he worked at the bonds.
"Wait, my apprentice." Quentin froze, sensing the movement in the air as Dooku rose. What was the Sith Lord playing at? "Torture is pointless, when your subject is strong in the Force."
"Then," Obi-Wan replied, sounding puzzled, "what would you suggest?"
Dooku walked closer, and Quentin tried to pull back as his warm hand rested on his chest. "Watch, my apprentice, and learn. What you will see is an ancient Jedi technique, refined and transformed by the Sith." Chains rattled as Quentin tugged, trying to get further away from the warm hand and the feeling of dark, cold power gathering in it. "Nomi Sunrider used it, once, to end Ulic qel-Doma's reign as Dark Lord of the Sith. Watch."
Ice flooded through every cell of Quentin's body, burning ice that lacerated his flesh and shredded his nerves. Helpless, he screamed and convulsed for what seemed an eternity before collapsing heavily against his bonds. The pain continued, burning and freezing, making him gasp and sob helplessly, then scream again as it grew worse. Finally, when he began to hope that he would die and be spared further suffering, it ended. He hung there, every muscle aching with remembered pain, the sour taste of his own vomit lingering in his mouth. He drew a shuddering breath, reaching out to the Force to deaden the burning ache.
Nothing happened.
"What..." he gasped, eyes wide as he looked around. He reached out again, grabbing for the lightsaber that hung at Obi-Wan's belt. Brute force wasn't his strong point, but he could still cut his way... The saber hilt didn't stir. He couldn't feel it in his mind. Couldn't feel... anything. "What?"
Obi-Wan nodded, understanding lighting his eyes. "Ah. I see." Then he advanced on the shaking Shadow, lifting the hook in his hand. "A riddle to contemplate, Master Quentin. Something to occupy your mind as you suffer." Quentin whimpered helplessly as the hook tore into his eyelid. "Whatisa Jedi, if he has not the Force?"
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Are we close?
Coming up on the target, thirty meters east.
I think I see him.
The speeder slowed to a stop just before the crumpled mass, and two men in crisp grey uniforms got out. They rushed towards the figure, one gently turning him over, only to hiss and gasp at the extent of his injuries. Two bloody hallows set where his eyes once had been, and his unresponsive body sat limp in the agents arms. The other shook his head.
Is he even alive?
There is a pulse. Weak, but its there. He wont last long if we dont get him treated right now, though. Load him up, and we can contact Queen Breha.
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Kaydia picked at her meal, unable to enjoy it. Not while she focused on Senator Mina Bonteri, sitting just three tables away. By now she had acquired a copy of the senators schedule and had developed a dozen potential plans for completing her mission. Just in case Quentin needed more time to find and free their daughter. Now it was just a case of waiting for him while keeping up the pretense of completing her missions.
Though, to be honest, it was just the act of stalking the senator that distracted Kaydia. Ever since she and Quentin had reunited, their bond was stronger than ever. Even now, with him wherever it was his search had taken him, she could feel him. Distant, but it didnt matter. She could feel him again, and it had been a comfort. At least until this morning, when pain and panic and despair flowed from his mind to hers. Now she was beside herself with worry, wishing she could have been by his side. She had every faith in his abilities, but they were stronger together.
Across the restaurant, Mina laughed and grabbed her husbands hand.It wouldnt be long now, Kaydia promised herself, even as Quentins distant emotions grew more desperate. Soon Quentin would have Mara, and theyd be a family, for the first time. Theyd laugh and flirt and hold hands like the senator and her husband. Forcing herself to focus on her meal, to keep suspicion off her, Kaydia gripped her knife and felt the flood of remote agony flood her nerves. Mara? Nono, Quentin!
Knuckles turned white over the utensil as Kaydia keep the sensation within her mind and off her features. Oh, but it was hard, anguish rivaling her own tortures filling her mind. Eyes screwed shut, Kaydia let the pain wash over her, focusing now only on keeping her food down. There wasnt room for worries or questions, just a desperate plea to end the torment. Instead, it built, growing to a grim crescendo before ceasing with a dread finality.
Quentin? But he was gone. Torn from her mind, from the force, from existence until only memories were left. Nono! The centering balance, that consistent comforting presence, his love and devotion and acceptance, gone. No she whispered, unable to contain the depths of this loss within her any longer.
Quentin was dead. He died in agony, his last moment's hell before it ended. She sent him to his death in sending him to find their daughter. She had killed him. Breathing became difficult, the weight of this loss heavier than she believed possible. Suffocating, pressing her down. It should have been her! She should have died, not him. He was the light between them, her savior. She was the monster, the one who deserved death to pay for her life of murder. Now?
Now she was the only one who could save Mara. The realization sharpened her resolve, burning orange in her eyes. Letting Quentins loss empower her, she reached towards the senator in the force. Her hand clenched into a fist, wrapping around the senators throat in her mind. In the present, the senator gasped, clutching at her neck. Scarlet didnt stop. tightening her grasp as she remembered the impressions of Quentins agony. Bonteris security surrounded her, attempting to dislodge food they assumed was stuck in her throat, but it would not help. Nothing could have pried Scarlets fingers from the womans throat now. By now the other guests stared on in horror as one guard pumped the senators heart and lumps to get her breathing again and another relayed her condition to emergency personnel.
Once Minas heart stopped breathing, Scarlet finally let go, tapping a code into a communications bracelet. Its done, she whispered softly, beneath the horrified cries and panicked murmuring in the restaurant.
Wheres the tissue sample?
Its not going to happen this time, she said simply, relaying video of the scene to her client. There was the click of the line going dead, and then the message beep. The next target, one step closer to Mara.
She was all that mattered now.
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Two months later
The first thing Quentin became aware of was pain. Not the burning, tearing agonies of the tortured that had been inflicted cited on him, though. Echoes of pain. Ghosts of pain. The lingering memory of hooks and nerve stents and Sith alchemies. And behind and around it, the aching hole where his perceptions of the Force should be.
The second thing he became aware of was that he was restrained. By reflex he tried to fight it, struggling weakly against his bonds. Distantly he heard a faint cry of hes awake, and then the hiss of a hypo. And then a cool numbness blotted out pain and consciousness at the same time.
Consciousness returned again, and the pain will th it. Now he was drifting in a wet, blood-warm embrace. Slowly he opened his eyes, pleaded and startled to find he could see. Kenobi has burned them out. Hadnt he? Or had that been a hallucination? It was a struggle to turn at all, but he could see he was in a bacta tank. A figure loomed into view, blurry from refraction. Good. Youre awake.
He struggled to concentrate. Senator... Organa..?
Yes. The blurry shape gave the impression of smiling. You remember. We were concerned that...
Wh... where? He tried to focus, gritting his teeth against the dull ache in his eyes.
The smile faded. Alderaan. Theres... been a lot of changes, Master Quentin.
Changes?
Bail sighed. The Jedi Order is, is gone. Slaughtered by the Grand Army of the Republic. They were led by.... He hesitat d. By Master Skywalker.
The words sometimes need absurd. He heard them, understood them, but couldnt grasp their meaning. K... Kaydia?
Bail sighed again. I... theres more bad news...
One week previously...
Senator Padme Amidala shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable - something that was becoming increasingly difficult, no matter how good the chairs were. Not with the bulk and weight of her unborn children pressing into her hips, forcing her to sit back from her desk and constantly try to get comfortable, and then have to lever herself up every time shegotcomfortable in order to waddle towards the fresher. Holodramas always made pregnancy, even late stage pregnancy, look beautiful and romantic. They never really mentioned the way your bladder compressed.
But it wasn't just the physical discomfort. She'd spent the last several months in a daze, feeling like she wasn't quite herself and trying to collect her thoughts. Something about her pregnancy was making her feel passive, listless, not... notherself. Then Anakin would come, and it would all make sense again. Everything would be simpler when he was around. Clearer, somehow. His boundless optimism and enthusiasm, she thought with a smile. But, against her will, the smile turned to a frown. It was all simpler, she new, when her husband was with her. Then, why did she feel so... souneasyat the prospect of his return? Afraid, almost?
Smiling, she shook her head. Foolishness. Just the fears of a pregnant mother due to give birth soon, afraid for her husband. And he was on his way from the starport. There's been... been something. Something... at Coruscant? Or... Mustafar? Something important he'd had to take care of. But that was done, and he was on his way home, and it would be all right. If she could justconcentrate, now. There was... something. Something she needed to do.
The intercom beeped. "Your pardon, Senator Amidala?" It was the voice of Anakin's protocol droid, C-3P0. A prissy, fussy thing he'd rebuilt as a child, before they'd first met.
"Yes, Threepio?" she replied, sighing and setting her dataslate down. This was the third time she'd read it anyway.
"Your afternoon appointment is here," the protocol droid announced.
"My..." she tried to think, tried to remember. "Who was it, again?"
"Miss Lorsha Lestrante, from the Corporate Sector Authority," C-3P0 replied promptly. "Here to discuss your support for their proposal to assist with rebuilding the Seperatist worlds."
"Oh. Oh, yes." She didn't remember, but... oh, yes! That's what she'd been reading about! "Yes, send her in." Settling herself, she watched the door. Maybe Anakin would get back, before Miss Lestrante finished her presentation. That... that would make this easier.
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In the two months since she lost Quentin, Kaydia had succeed in killing another eight targets. The task had been made easier by the upheaval caused by Palpatines reordering of the government after the fall of the Separatists and the uprising of the Jedi Order. Simple to move amidst the chaos, striking targets at the first possible opportunity. Kaydias qualms died with her husband, and the only thing that could save her now was reuniting with Mara.
The data folder she had been sent with the last successful mission including the usual. Vital facts on her daughters development, pictures the girl, and a holovid, just like the others. What stood out with this last holovid was the unseen voice that spoke with Mara, asking her if she was excited to see her mommy again. There was joy in her daughters voice, and a beaming in her smile, repeating the title, Mommy! All of it together inspired her to finish this last mission without delay. Her daughter had been waiting far too long as it was.
Senator Amidala will see you now, a gold-plated protocol droid informed her, motioning with stiff movements towards the office. Kaydia rose without a word, moving towards her target. She wondered if she could see Mara today, as her boots clicked on the stone tiles of the office.
Miss Lestrante, come in. Forgive me if I dont stand to shake your hand, the young senator called. The reason why became clearly apparent, her midsection encompassing a massive bulk. Immediately Kaydias mind went back to her own pregnancy, waiting with dread to have her child ripped from her body and her arms. Senator Amidala seemed even larger than she had even been. Tapping into the force, she felt for heartbeats, and found three. Padme was carrying twins.
Kaydia froze, the knowledge weighing heavily on her. Could she kill the Senator and spare the babies growing within her? Did her client intend for the death of all three? Shed never killed a child before, and worry gnawed at her mind that she might not be able to now.
Miss Lestrante? Padme repeated, a little louder this time. Pregnant or not, it didnt matter. Mara was waiting for her.
Apologies, Senator. I had not heard that you married.
Marriage is not necessary to conceive, Padme countered, meeting her gaze with sharp eyes. After a moment of tense silence, she softened the expression by smiling, My marriage is not common knowledge. I am fiercely protective of my privacy.
Of course, Kaydia murmured, getting herself into the mindset to complete her assignment, Sorry, just seeing you like this reminded me of my husband. Mylate husband, a victim of the Clone War. We were going to start conceiving our second child when he returned from his business trip, but henever returned. The words were true, in a way, and a ploy all at once. Get the senator to lower her guard and strike. Padme stood at that.
I am so sorry for your loss, Miss Lestrante. We have all lost too much from this war. Padmes hand rubbed Kaydias shoulder, a brief touch of consolation. In that moment, Kaydia reached for Quentin in the force, seeking the spiritual remains of her husband to dissuade her from this path, but just like every other time since then there was nothing. She was alone now, but once she killed the Senator, shed at least have Mara.
Im the only one who can protect our child now, she whispered, drawing Padme in closer. So, I hope you understand why I have to do this. Before Padme could question or even speak, force fingers tightened around her neck, squeezing the delicate flesh until no air could escape. The horrified look of betrayal stung, but Kaydia didnt relent. Shh, dont fight it. You will be with your children in the force soon. There will be no more pain or suffering anymore. Just peace.
But Padme didnt succumb, struggling against the invisible hand that was squeezing the life from her. Feeble fists slammed into Kaydia, trying to disrupt her. There was a fire in her eye, a fire that cut through the tears, a fire that cut Kaydia to the core. No, she couldnt do this.
Kaydia released the force with a sob, pulling a chair up behind Padme without a thought. The senator gasped desperately, hate and confusion in her eyes as she looked for answers in Kaydia. Im so sorry Whether the words were to the woman she nearly strangled to death or to the daughter she failed, Kaydia didnt know.
Why? Padme managed to gasp out. Why did you try to kill me or why didnt you go through with it?
I have to go Kaydia said, unhelpfully. Before they realize I didnt kill you, and kill her instead.
Who? Padme demanded, grabbing Kaydias arm.
My daughter. Kaydia pulled away from the gasping senator, determined to reclaim her child before it was too late.
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Your... daughter..? Padme rubbed at her throat, trying to think. It was difficult, because her throat aches and every breath was dull razors rasping over brushed and broken flesh. But, paradoxically, it was also easier. The pain cut through the fog that seemed to fill her mind, the results of weeks of poor sleep as the twins made it impossible to find comfort. Or was that it? Because it seemed as if she was thinking ever so slightly clearer ever since Anakin left. Your... daughter?
It was the same question twice, but the meaning was different. Lorsha was dangerous, yes. Murderous, even. But... if she was telling the truth, if her daughter was really the reason... she could be reasoned with. Wait, She croaked out. I can... I can help.... Bargain. That was the key. Who... who has her? Can you... find her? The look of despair in the assassins eyes told her the answer. Hold... hold on, then.
Stumbling back to her desk, she poured herself a glass of water with shaking hands. How close had she come to death, just then? How close to losing no just her own life, but those of her children? But, could she blame Lorsha? What would she have done differently, in her place? The water was cool as it went down, clawing over and then numbing her aching throat. I have, contacts. Intelligence officers, in the Naboo Royal Guard. Men and women, further trained by, by the Grand Army. I... they can... help you.
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Padme really was something else. Kaydia had nearly killed the woman, and still, she was offering to help her. An offer Kaydia knew she didnt deserve. An offer that would make little enough difference.
I appreciate the offer butit wont help. My husband was one of the best intelligence officers in the galaxy, A Jedi Shadow, and he was killed trying to find our child. Kaydia folded her hands over her face trying to think for a moment. Maras life was on the line now.
Your husband was a Jedi? Padme asked, but Kaydia pushed the question aside. It didnt matter anymore.
Fuck, if I had Sednzine, maybe I could fake your death, the same way we faked Bails but there is a chance it could hurt the twins.
Wait, Bails not dead? Padme asked, eyes wide. And you were behind that?
Kaydia shook her head, He is in hiding, with his wife. He agreed to help me, just long enough to find my daughter, and he was going to use the evidence I gave him to push back against the ever-expanding power grab by the war hawks. But now, after everything thats happened? Kaydia wiped the tears from her eyes, The Republic is over. The Jedi are over. My husband isgone. I have to find Mara. I just have to. She pushed up now, blocking Padmes voice from her mind. Focusing on her daughter.
It was a terrible thing, but since Order 66, there were far fewer force users in the galaxy. Seeking Mara was easier now the field thinned out, as it were. She wasnt dead, not yet. And she wouldnt be. But reaching into the force, Kaydia didnt feel Maras presence. There was someone else, someone closer. Someone powerful, someone made even stronger by a choking miasma of darkness. She spent enough time hunting Sith with Quentin to recognize the vile stench and burning cold. Who though, and why now? Dooku had been killed in battle a month back, and Kenobi had taken up the mantle of leadership of the CIS. And Skywalker had turned on the Jedi when Palpatine declared them enemies of the Galaxy.
By the time Kaydia made it to the starport, the ship had already landed, and the dark miasma seeped into her nerves. Blocking Mara from her senses. She stood frozen, watching the hooded figure descend the ramp.
You! Anakin growled, igniting his saber. What did you do to Padme? What did you do to my wife?
Shit, Padme was married to a Jedi? No wonder she kept the marriage secret. Kaydia just ducked under the vicious slice, pulling the extra saber from Anakins belt towards her. Not just any Jedi, she considered,but the one who turned on the Jedi and the Republic.I didnt kill her and I dont want to fight you!
Lies! I remember you. You killed that Senator, all those years ago. Youre an assassin. Anakins blade burned crimson, screeching as it struck hers. His booted foot caught her in the abdomen, sending her tumbling back several feet. Sending an assassin to kill my wife? Palpatine was right to dismantle the Jedi! I was right to kill them all! Anakin raged. An overhead slash came down, and she rolled away, saber burning into the metal just beside her.Shit, He was one of foremost sabermen in the galaxy, and this had never been her forte.
Anakin followed up with another strike, and Kaydia just jumped away, trying desperately to put distance between them. Escaping wouldnt be an option, she would have to win. But how? What would Quentin do?
Whats wrong, assassin? Cant kill someone who is fighting back?
Thats right, Quentin would goad. Get the opponent off balance. Like the younglings? Did they fight back? Kaydia snarled, calling upon cargo boxes to block Anakins attacks.
Anakin howled with each slash, his motions wild and uncontrolled. A lost cause! The Jedi already brainwashed them. And you have no call to judge me, Scarlett! How many have you killed?
Ive never killed a child, Kaydia asserted. A box crashed into Anakin, swaying him a little, and Kaydia leapt to the attack. She had to survive, just had to. For Mara!
But Anakin recovered from the box that hit him, swiping at Kaydias legs as she jumped over him. One clean slice cleaved through both at the same time, mid-thigh, just above her knees. The dead limbs fell uselessly to the ground and Kaydia fell not far from them. The pain was distant, a burning ache drowned out by the horror of failure. She couldnt rescue Mara. Shed never see her daughter, or hold her in her arms again. Anakin turned on her, features made grotesque by the glow of his red saber. Once more, Kaydia reached for Quentin, reaching for the comfort of knowing shed join him soon.
Ani! The name got both her and Anakins attention. It was Padme, leaning against the doorframe, reaching her arm out, Dont kill her. She spared me. Anakin took a few steps towards her, holding his saber down at his side.
Still, Kaydia couldnt reach Quentin. Couldnt feel anything but burning hatred. It wasnt Anakin, she realized. It was her. The monster that had always been inside her. Scarlett. Scarlett was the only one who could save Mara. Focusing, she called upon all the pain of this life, gathering it together. Giving her rage shape in the force, feeding it the pain years of torment and suffering.
Anakin shook his head at Padme, It doesnt matter. The Jedi betrayed the chancellor, betrayed the Senate. Every last one of them must die. For the Good of the Empire. Turning back towards Kaydia, he lifted his saber. Before she could see the bright blade come down, she released the growing darkness within, until there was only darkness surrounding her. Darkness, and then
Nothing.
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Quentin stared blankly at the holoscreen, unable to process the news reports. Unable to process what Bail was telling him. Unwilling to process it. Kaydia... he whispered, trying to reach out to her through the Force. But he couldnt find her, couldnt feel her, couldnt feelanything. The absence of the Force gnawed at him, an ache as sure and persistent as the pain Dooku and Kenobi had cut and torn into his very bones.
As sure as the burning of the implants that replaced his destroyed eyes.
She... shes dead, Bail said, helpless. Killed by Darth Vader, the Jedi who...
Not a Jedi, Quentin whispered. Not calling himselfDarth.
The one who slaughtered the Jedi in the Temple on Coruscant, Bail continued. Teachers and students alike And his troopers would have killed me too, if... He swallowed. A, a padawan. He could have escaped, as he fled the temple. But he, he turned on them. Gave me time to escape.
What unit? Quentin asked, listlessly.
What?
What unit were they? he asked again. The clones. They killed the other Jedi they served under, but not this one.
Bail thought, hard. The... 501st, I believe. Why?
Anakin Skywalker, Quentin replied dully, puzzlers by things out by reflex. Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker. The 501st was his regiment. Skywalkers Fist, they called themselves.
Bail watched him as he forced himself to drink some water. We need you, Master Quentin. The expression on Quentins face frightened him - empty. Expressionless. Beaten. The Republic is collapsing. Palpatine is...
Sidious.
What? Bail peered at him. What is...
Palpatine.Heis the mysterious Darth Sidious weve been hunting since... Well, since Naboo. He stared down at his hands. The Sith have won.
We can fight them! Bail was back on his feet, now. You can...
No. Straining, Quentin managed to close his hand into a loose fist. Im crippled, Bail. Broken, in more ways Han you can imagine. I cant....Kaydia. The name sent a frisson of hate, burning through the despair. He shook his head. I cant fight a Sith Lord, not like this.
We need someone to rally to, Bail insisted.
Then be that person, Quentin sighed. I... Ill help. Where I can. But, a crippled dead man is no help to you. He forced a smile. When Ive recovered, I can train agents. Maybe even help. But...
But Kaydia was dead. Mara was dead. The Order was dead. I need... time.
All right. Bail rose. Ill check back in with you later. Try to rest.
Quentin managed to hold himself in check until Bail left the room. Then the grief overwhelmed him, great wracking sobs that threatened to tear him apart. But no tears came. You beaded tear ducts for that.
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Cerea
27 BBY
When I said I wanted to eat out for our anniversary, this wasnt quite what I had in mind, Kaydia teased, biting her lip as her husband dropped to his knees before her. Quentin didnt speak, just smiled seductively, meeting her eyes as her pulled her pants and underwear off simultaneously. Lips ghosted over her thighs as he lifted one leg over his shoulder, and then the other. The light touches over sensitive areas drove her wild, leaving Kaydia squirming on the couch. Strong fingers opened her to him, tracing her moistening lips. When he reached her clit, and warm wet lips wrapped around it, she let herself fall back into the cushions, unable and unwilling to struggle.
In the past year, seventeen leads from the Telerath data resulted in seventeen dead ends. Ever since Aldane had perished, Quentin and Kaydia had been running around in circles, discovering facts they already knew. Most prominently, that the Sith Lord at the center of the conspiracy covered every track. And today, one year after their wedding day, they crossed another name off their list of leads. It would take a couple days to get new identities for their next investigation, so why not spend the downtime celebrating an otherwise successful marriage?
Kaydias fingers brushed through Quentins hair, breathing deeply before sighing contentedly, Not that I am complaining. Though, I really am quite hungry. In response, she felt Quentin open his mind to hers, sending his sensation through the force, so she could taste herself on his tongue. With a gasp and a moan, she added, I guess you are too. Her own musky flavor layered upon her own delight, driving her down into the depth of madness and ecstasy. Quentin, ever the attentive lover, took advantage of their bond, used her own sensations to bring her close to climax, before pulling back before she could go over that edge. Again and again, he held her on that precipice of pleasure, dragging out that euphoric moment.
Kaydia couldnt speak, couldnt think, could barely breathe, tightening thighs around her husbands head. Before she could succumb to her bliss, he pulled away, smiling wickedly with her lust smear on his cheeks. His throbbing cock brushed her needy lips, taunting her yet further. Nearly slipping in, as wet as she was, before pressing against her pulsing clit. Fuck, so close, so very close. He pushed into her, smooth inner walls trembling along every inch of him, relief and nirvana traveling her nerves and
Pain. A horrific and familiar shock flooded her senses, chasing her orgasm and echoing her rapture in torment. Memories erupted in her mind, of helpless suffering and crippling terror, flashing too fast to process, but leaving its imprint on her skin. Desperate to protect herself, she pushed Quentin through the force, hard enough the air burst from his lung and he nearly broke a rib when he crashed into the far wall of The Scrappers living quarters. She pulled her legs up to her chest, squeezing them tightly, with tears streaming down her face.
WhyWhy would you do that to me?
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The pain and shame and rage flooding her mind hit him harder than the bulkhead.
He'd been wide open, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping and clenching around his thick meat as he slowly stroked himself into her, tasting her arousal and her desperate need. It was their anniversary, after all, and he'd planned this out. Planned to feel her building pleasure, planned to keep her at the very cusp of orgasm without letting her go over until her body and mind could do nothing but beg for him. Until her entire world had collapsed into the sweet torture of his dick filling her, and the desperate need for release. Then, and only then, would he allow her to climax and follow her down into that rapture. But then an agonizing, torturous pleasure had flooded her and flooded him with her, and suddenly he was flying across the room.
The impact against the wall was a relief, despite the bruising force. It was a distraction from the agony bleeding from Kaydia's mind. From the horrified betrayal that followed, as she sobbed and curled in on herself. "Why..." she demanded. "Why would you do that to me?"
"gaaaahh..." he responded, trying to fill his lungs with air. "Aaahiii..." He tried again, feeling a twinging in his chest as he gasped for breath. Had he broken a rib? More than one? "I... I didn't...." he finally managed to get out, before sagging to his hands and knees and hyperventilating. The SIN. Damnit, ithadto be the SIN! With everything else they'd been doing, it had seemed such a low priority to try and have those implants removed. "I... I wouldn't..."
Forcing himself to his feet, he staggered across the tiny cabin. "Kaydia, I... I wouldn't. I... you know... I wouldn't hurt you. Ever." Joining her on the bed, he started to pull her into a comforting embrace before stopping. Would she accept it? Would she trust him?
Suddenly, it hit again. He caught the barest fringes of it before he was able to erect his own mental shields, blunting the worst of the agony that fed through their bond. Throwing caution to the wind he rested his hands on her neck and head, calling on the Force to shield her as well. It was harder, since the agony was produced through a purely physical stimulus of her nerves, but the techniques of the Jedi could operate on the material as well as the subtle levels. After a moment he felt her begin to relax slightly, felt her own training assist and then take over blocking the pain. "It wasn't me," he repeated. "I wouldn't even knowhowto trigger them. Is it... some short in the ship's systems, maybe? Something wrong with the holonet transmitter?"
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Kaydia knew he hadnt, almost as soon as the words left her lips. Of course he hadnt, not her husband. Then the way he tried to assure her that he hadnt wouldnt hurt her between pained gasps made her feel worse. But someone had triggered the SIN. Or something? They were all alone, after all.
Are you okay? Did I hurt you badly? She whispered, wanting his touch but cautious of potential injuries. She tried to check, but another wave of electric torment vibrated under her skin. It wasnt as bad at the first time, and Quentin tried to protect her as much as he could. Still, tears well up in her eyes and difficult memories welled up in her consciousness.
I the nervous panic faded into tingling on her skin, but it still clawed at her mind, making thinking and talking difficult, Can we go out to dinner? If it is something on board that is cause these reactions, can we justget out for a little while? She flashed a smile, seeking some comfort in the fact that the SIN wasnt being triggered to purposely hurt her. Still did, though. Darting closer to Quentin, she planted a kiss on his cheek.
I am going to take a shower and get dressed She started, trying to assure him she was okay. Trying to assure herself she was mostly okay. Maybemaybe I should take it alone though.
Still finding it difficult to relax, Kaydia took a quick shower. She changed into avelvety wine dress, wrapped tight around her waist, and clinging to her hips. It showed a lot of skin, but after force pushing and accusing Quentin, she hoped to make to up to him. And if it was something on the ship triggering the SIN, she should be fine if they end up somewhere else tonight. Maybe theyd met up in a hotel room, like two strangers looking to have anonymous sex.
Emboldened by the thought, Kaydia joined Quentin, posing for him a touch. Why dont we try again after dinner? Maybe we can find a tall building with a glass elevator?
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I am going to take a shower and get dressed She started, trying to assure him she was okay. Trying to assure herself she was mostly okay. Maybemaybe I should take it alone though.
It was right on the tip of his tongue to insist that he join her. The shower, after all, was just large enough to allow two to share it if they were close. They both knew that from experience, having tested it more than once. But he could taste her concern in her thoughts, and understood just why she wanted to be alone. So he nodded. "All right," he agreed, after a moment's hesitation. "I'll give some thought to an alternative anniversary celebration. Cerea may be known for it's great intellects, but there still must be something fun to do here."
Stretching and rolling sore muscles, he drifted out into the central room of the ship - the combination living room, galley, workout room, and sick bay of theScrapper. Pulling on a pair of loose workout pants, he took a seat at the HoloNet terminal and began searching. "Things to do in an Outsider Citadel," he murmured to himself. There wasn't as much as he hoped. The Cereans were fairly isolationist for a Republic member world, and generally tried to discourage visitors. The first hit on a search for lodgings were the 'sleep stations' - great stacks of rooms barely larger than coffins, designed to (barely) cater to the needs of travelers. They'd be interesting, of course, in the right kind of mood. Perhaps playing at being anonymous lowlifes that were meeting for a quick, anonymous fuck. But not the sort of thing he was in the mood for, not tonight.
"Hmmm..." he finally said. "The Tecave Arms." It was a wealthy, upper level establishment designed to cater to the needs of the ultra-rich that visited Cerea upon occasion. Designed to resemble a great, broad-leafed tree and standing some twenty stories tall, it wasn't impressive compared to the ecumenopoli of some of the core worlds. But impressive nonetheless. Just the sort of place they could go, once he made a few alterations to their docking pass. Smiling to himself, he set about merrily abusing his skills to get a reservation for them under the name of 'Faylen-Golb'.
He felt displaced air on his back as he was beginning to wrap up. "Why don't we try again after dinner?" Kaydia purred. He turned, and whatever it was he was going to say died on his lips at the sight of his wife. She smiled, striking a pose so he could appreciate her even more. "Maybe we can find a tall building with a glass elevator?" She wasn't bothering to shield her thoughts in the slightest, and her vague plans for the evening inspired him.
"I think I can manage that," he grinned, taking a little longer to appreciate the view before returning to the terminal. "Hang on." He tapped keys rapidly, altering his original modifications. "So, how's this? For the evening, you're now Madame Kaydia Faylen-Golb, with the remaining details left to your magnificent imagination." He smiled back at her as he tapped in a few final keystrokes. "Wealthy, though, because you're renting a suite on the 22nd floor of the Tecave Arms." Another glance back, and another smile. "And don't look at me like that. I'm using one of the various anonymous accounts I established to pay for it. I'm not stealing anything."
Biting his lip, he went back to work. "Why don't you take some time to enjoy the amenities? Get a massage, go swimming, work out, whatever. Then arrange to be in the lounge at second sundown this evening, and I'll meet you there. 'Accidentally'. We can take it from there, and see if we can't outrage a few people." Another grin. "Theydohave a glass elevator. I checked."
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Spending some time away from Quentin wasnt exactly how she wanted to spend their anniversary, but the idea of meeting up to have semi-anonymous sex with him in public sounded insanely hot. And spending a couple hours pampering herself appealed as well. It had been years since she indulged like this, since her numb, nihilistic days as Scarlet. Since Quentin brought her back into Jedi, she didnt need to fill the void within her with materialism. Quentin usually sufficed.
Still, after the stress of reawakening memories, a few hours unwinding at the spa was just what she needed. Now she was relaxed, and rather looking forward to bumping into Quentin.
The hotel bar was tastefully decorated, melding nature and modern sensibilities in a refreshing way. Glass and greenery dominated the dcor, feeling almost like a greenhouse that happened to have a bar within. Kaydia took her seat at the bar, savoring her second glass of sparkling white wine.
May I join you? An older human asked, pulling out the barstool beside her. He probably had thirty years on her, with silvering hair and deep laugh lines around his grey eyes. A dozen excuses to turn him away ran through her mind, but he seemed to sense her impending rejection. Relax, I am not trying to pick you up. Just pass the time.
Kaydia blushed, ashamed of her assumptions, Sure, but I waiting for someone. Quentin wasnt here yet, but surely any moment now.
As I am, the older man explained, So no harm in enjoying each others company while we wait. What brings to Cerea? The bartender brought over his drink and he dropped a handful of credits in his hand.
Work. Well, wrapped up my last appointment early, and so I have a few days to myself, Kaydia answered, leaving her meaning vague. Her finger circled the rim of her wine glass. You?
Business. Made an important acquisition recently, just waiting to finalize the deal.
I hope it works out for you, in that case, Kaydia offered, holding up her glass to tapped with his.
He took up her offer, clinking their drinks before taking a hearty swig. Oh, I am quite sure it will. And I think your companion arrived.
That claim shocked her, forcing her to sit up straighter. Did he know what she was? Who she and Quentin were? Excuse me?
He is sitting behind you, and keeps looking over this way, he explained, pointing with his chin over her shoulder. So, either he is the one youre waiting for, or he is going to try and pick you up next. Regardless, my acquaintance has arrived as well. Have a pleasant evening, miss. He finished his drink and got up, shaking hands with skinny male twilek. They left together, and Kaydia laughed to herself. I probably wasnt even his type
Shifting on her stool, she saw Quentin just where the older man said he was. She flashed him a quick smile, before turning her attention back towards her drink.
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Despite all his training, waiting was the hard part. The abortive lovemaking, and the thought of meeting Kaydia later, left Quentin entirely on edge. Enough so that he considered opening up his mind and jerking off, letting her feel him pleasuring himself as she tried to focus on whatever it was she was doing right now. But, no. Not because he didn'twantto, but because he didn'twantto take the edge off. So he controlled himself, and ran through his exercises, and picked out his suit - ablack asymmetric blazer and slacks, with a collarless shirt. The cut didn't allow him anywhere to conceal his lightsaber, but he was on vacation.
He considered that thought for a moment. Then he slipped the slim silver bracelets of the Teras Kasai fighting gauntlets on his wrists. Vacations had gone badly for them in the past, after all. No need to take chances.
By the time he reached the bar, he'd settled on a cover. His room was reserved under the name 'Brin Malloy', with no other information. He was, he decided, an independent purchasing agent. A freelancer, specializing in acquiring unique and exotic items. It was cheesy as hell, but their little games of seduction and sex rarely needed elaborate stories. Too much like work, really. Was Brin married, he asked himself. Then he shrugged. That would depend on Kaydia's mood - sometimes, pretending to cheat made these games more fun.
He ordered a drink and took a seat at the bar. Kaydia was deep in conversation with a distinguished looking older gentleman, all expensive power suit and silver hair and a physique that showed he didn't let age keep him from exercise. Not her usual type. Was she trying to make him jealous, or just killing time? Not that it mattered, because he'd clearly been waiting for a thin young twi'lek. Her quick smile distracted him from speculating on what they were doing.
Rising, he slowly approached his wife, wondering how Brin would approach a woman he wanted to fuck. Brin was confident, he decided. Confident, but not arrogant. "Good evening," he said, taking the stool the older man had vacated. "I saw your husband leave, and thought you might like some company."
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Kaydia stifled her laugh as Quentin approached, dragging teeth over her bottom lip as she considered how to respond. Playing along sounded so enticing in the moment. Still, he might have intended for a slow seduction, but she had no patience for it. Not after their earlier lovemaking was cut short and rudely interrupted.
Was it so obvious that I crave the touch of a real man? She purred, slipping into the skin of an unsatisfied trophy wife. That money is all well and good, but it cant keep me warm at night? She let her bare leg brush against his, and didnt remove for a full five seconds. The heat of his body was so inviting, she was surprised she wasnt already peeling him out of that suit. Or maybe I just need to get fucked like a filthy whore.
She knocked back her glass at that, signaling the bartender for another. But, alas, its so risky. Why, my husband is just upstairs, meeting a business partner. What if he catches us? My husband is so possessive. Turning towards Quentin, she ducked in closer to him. He looked so good in his sharp suit, displaying his delicious figure to great effect. Without bothering to stop herself, she caressed his thigh, leaning in so he could look down her dress and get an eyeful of cleavage.
Wed have to be discreet. Could you be discreet? Or would you have me screaming out your name where he might hear us?
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It was going to be like that, then? Not that he minded in the slightest threat, really. Discrete?" he repeated, reaching into his pocket. "You don't strike me as the sort of woman that wants 'discrete'." He drew a 100 credit note from his coat, trailing it over her breastbone and down one breast before tucking it into her dress. "Not if you want to be fucked like a filthy whore."
His fingers were still on her skin, exploring slightly below the dress, holding the note. He grinned, leaning forward and seizing the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss. His tongue forced itself into her mouth as he released the note, moving his hand to cup her breast and toy with her nipple through the thin fabric of her gown. "You won't be screaming my name, though," he promised, his breath hot on her face. "Because I'm not going to tell it to you. I'm going to fuck you like a filthy whore, and you're never going to know my name. You'll go back to your husband, full of a stranger's cum, knowing you let a stranger use your body all night."
Ignoring the disapproving looks of the bartender he rose and pulled her to her feet. "Come on," he said, capturing her wrist in a grip of iron. "There's a hundred credits, reminding you that youwantedto be my filthy whore." With that, he headed for the elevator. It was a free-standing column of transparent ferrocrystal, rising the full length of the hotel, and the pass he had meant that a car was waiting for them when they reached it. As soon as the door closed he pushed her up against the transparent wall, his mouth hot and hungry on hers.
"Tell him I forced you," he growled, pushing her hem up higher so that her thigh could slide over his. His other hand pulled her dress down over one shoulder and along her arm, baring a breast as he devoured her mouth again. "But you wanted this. Wanted me hard and hungry and anonymous, fucking you mercilessly."
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It didnt long for them to reach the elevator, and it was still too long in Kaydias mind. Too long between hot and hungry kisses, with his perverse promises humming in her ears. Clearly, he wanted his as badly as she did, needed her as much as she needed him. Longing left her aching for him.
She had wanted to blow him. Slow and lingering, repaying his earlier teasing with her own. Bringing him to edge, again and again until he begged for her. But she had no patience for it now. She needed him inside her, needed her husband fucking her senseless, until all the earlier stress evaporated away. Until her mind and body were full of his pleasure.
So, her thigh went up around his hips, and one hand went between them to work up his belt. They are watching us, she moaned, arching her back to offer him more of her neck and bare shoulder. Offering him the breast he bared to the hotel. Show them all how you fuck a filthy whore. Pleaseplease, show them how hard you can make me cum.
Finally, she got his pants off, leaning into his to stroke his cock. Damn, he was so hard she could feel him throbbing, could felt the mounting tension that had built since they had to cut their first attempt short. Soon she was throbbing too, desperate for his touch, for his body, for the beautiful connection of their bodies tangled together.
His pants and boxer pooled on the floor of the elevator, and her dress was hiked up over her hips. Her legs tightened around his hips as he pulled her into his arms, driving his iron cock into her heated depths. Fuck, that was glorious. So glorious, she pulled him all the way inside her, thighs squeezing him, squeezing them closer, so he could pull away. Just holding him there, within her depths, as close as they could get together. For five heartbeats, she gazed into his eyes, lips parted and her own eyes rolling back into her head, overcome with pleasure.
She could nearly climax, filled with Quentin, layer atop the lascivious game they played. Finally, she released him, just enough he could fuck up into her. Dragging her along his length, until her nerves with afire with bliss. The trip to their room wouldnt take too long, but she wasnt sure shed last, physical pleasure melting away until orgasm surged through her. Once more growing tight around his shaft, caressing hard meat with trembling walls and
Pain. Again pain, vibrations shredding her nerves and reawakening earlier trauma. Again, she screamed, becoming a panicked shriek, before setting into an enraged roar. She sought to block the sensation, the shock to her senses, reaching for her anger to armor her sorrow. Eyes flared orange as she pushed her husband away again, careful not to direct her fury towards him. Hed never do this to her, but someone was. Whoever has that remote better pray I dont find them. She snarled, and then the elevator door opened.
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Quentin let himself melt into his wife, opening himself to the sensations coursing through her body and mind.Let them watch,he told her, pinning her between his body and the transparent crystal of the elevator. His tongue filled her mouth, moving in a rhythm that matched the movements of his body within her. Words fell away from his thoughts, leaving behind the wordless bliss and need of and for her body as he thrust into her. He needed her now, needed to feel her climax, needed to feel his own. The mounting pleasure built, feeding on and into one another until...
Until he screamed, the nightmare pain/pleasure of the SIN ripping through her nerves and along them into his own unshielded mind. He screamed, shame and horror flooding his mind as his body lost control and he felt the physical reaction of orgasm as he shared her pain. Felt his seed empty into her as agony and fury and shame flooded through them both. He staggered back as she pushed him away, gasping as he struggled for balance - physical and mental both. "Fuck," he gasped, struggling against the white-hot fury that lashed through her. That lashed through him as well. Someone had hurt her, again. Someone had hurt her badly. Whoever has that remote better pray I dont find them.
Had he said that? Had she? Did it matter? No, no it didn't. If she hadn't, he would have.
The door slid open. Shaking with rage and the effort to control it, he managed to drag his pants back up around his hips. A matronly humanoid and her companion gasped in shock at them, staring at the half-dressed man and the half-naked woman in the elevator, and a mad impulse seized him.Hurt her,he thought.Hurt the bitch, for hurting Kaydia.Even as he thought it, he struggled for control. He sensed nothing from her, nothing but shock and alarm at the sight confronting her. "Come..." he gasped out, offering Kaydia his arm. "Come... along. Dear."
They stumbled past, Kaydia still fixing her hem as they left the elevator behind. Doors passed in a blur, Quentin desperately focusing on their destination. On the door into the suite he'd rented. He shoved it open, slamming it shut behind them. Only then did he sink to his knees, snarling out an animal sound of rage and pain as he ignored thecontents of the room. "Fuck," he growled, shuddering with the emotions he struggled against. "Weneedto find them." He forced himself to concentrate. "It... it can't be you as the target. They'd have moved on us, in the elevator." Another deep breath, and he came to the only realization that made sense. "Slaver, Kaydia. There are slavers on Cerea."
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There was no room for shame when the elevator opened to other hotel guests. No room for smug pride either. Normally, she would flaunt the scent of sex and her husbands seed like a badge of honor. Not now though, with her own wrath inflamed by Quentins emotions. Just restraining the urge to lash out, Kaydia fixed her dress, not quite so keen about being on display for strangers.
With her mind so clouded with rage, Kaydia followed Quentin wordlessly as he led her to their room. Some distant part of her mind was glad he hadnt brought their lightsabers. In her current state, it was far too easy to imagine turning this hotel into the pirate ship that had captured them before. Carving up her rapists, and would be rapists, and turning her pain outward. Not that she needed a saber to hurt someone. She had developed a terrifying bag of tricks through the force, to inflict her darkness on another.
Instead she paced the room, trying to clear her mind of the urge to kill. Quentin, for his part, managed to piece together the situation, but his conclusion did not bring her peace. Slavers. Of course, the bastards who did this to her intended to sell her. They probably use the sin on all the slaves, to make them more obedient. Or to amuse the particularly sadistic masters. Then her rage was replaced with horrifying realization. Recalling what had been down to her, and what she had prevented from being inflicted upon her. Unlikely any other slaves would have been so lucky.
Youre right. We have to find them. We have to stop them andfree those slaves, Kaydia agreed, focusing her anger towards the task at hand. With a shuddered breath, she took inventory of their situation. No weapons, no sabers, no protective articles save the Teras Kasai gauntlets (wearing hers became second nature). Neither of them were properly dressed for a confrontation, but they didnt have the luxury of taking time to prepare. If they didnt move on this lead here and now, they could lose the trail, and thered be little to no chance to save those other slaves. If it was too big for them to handle like this, at least one could keep an eye on the targets, while the other retrieved their weapons.
Alright, if we combine our focus, we just might be able to pick up the emotions of the other guests, Kaydia decided, pulling her husband to his feet. She lead him back to the bed, (which would have been lovely to have him on), and sat cross legged across from him, palms out before her facing him. Once he matched her pose, they joined in their minds, feeling the emotions of the guests, starting with the closest rooms and spreading to encompass the building.
As it turned out, it didnt need to spread far. On that very floor, closer to the west wing, they located a being radiating despair and terror, the likely candidate for a slave. Changing focus, they examined the room more closely. Three heartbeats. If the slave was one, then her and Quentin should be able to subdue the other two. It was at least worth investigating closer. They are nearby. Which is probably why the sensation grew stronger as we drew closer.
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Entering into communion with Kaydia at this level was terrifying. Seductive, and overwhelming, and frightening. Simply operating through their bond in the Force, they were able to augment and assist one another. They could pool their talents and training, share their memories and emotions and sensations, and become something more powerful than the sum of their parts. But when they melded like this, sinking deep into rapport and lowering the shields that kept them separate, they became something far beyond what they ordinarily were. The power was incredible, and Quentin suspected it was why the High Council had forbidden research into Force Bonds and even gone to the extreme of forbidding relationships to the Jedi.
The currents of the Force were visible to their joint perceptions, flowing and uniting and straining between all things in the hotel. Small nodes and currents eddied along, the clear passage of living things. Here was a thread of darkness, the sign of ordinary anger or selfishness. There were pinpricks of brightness, marks of acts of kindness and selflessness. And there... there was a gathering miasma. The darkness, attracted by fear and despair greater than the ordinary. Not the mark of an acolyte of the Dark Side, but darkness called by acts of cruelty. They are nearby," one of them said. "Which is probably why the sensation grew stronger as we drew closer. Was it the same person who said that? Or the other? Or did it matter?
Slowly, reluctantly, Quentin untangled himself from the union of their minds. "It has to be them," he said, repeating what they had decided together. "What else would we have sensed?" Glancing at the silver bands on his wrists, he smiled ruefully. "We really need to accept that goinganywhereunarmed is a terrible idea. Don't we?"
There wasn't much need for speech. They already knew what they needed to do, after all. So he led the way out of the suite he'd rented, feeling Kaydia's comfortable presence in his mind as he strode down the hall and into the other wing. The door was ahead of them, unguarded by anything but the security fields of the room beyond. They'd be formidable to most, able to withstand anything short of a crew-served weapon or a military intrusion kit for long enough for security to respond.
Quentin reached out through the Force, overloading the mechanisms and shutting down the locks and the defensive screens. Neither he nor Kaydia were 'most'.
He rotated his wrists as he kicked the door open, letting the silver mesh of the gauntlets encase his hand in shimmering flame. Beyond, the older man who'd spoken to Kaydia looked up in shock. He couldn't react, because he was too busy with his pants around his ankles and his cock deep in the slave girl he'd tied to the low table in the center of the room. The slave girl was too busy whimpering and sobbing to react, eyes clenched tight and clearly praying that this violation would end soon. The other occupant was a spindly Bothan, who brought up a concealed blaster and fired twice. Quentin caught both blasts in his right hand, deflecting them into the ceiling before ripping the weapon away with the Force.
"Who... who the hell are you?" the older man demanded, stumbling in an effort to get his pants back up as he staggered away from his victim. He tripped and fell backwards, which might have been comedic if he hadn't been caught in the act of rape.
"Jedi," Quentin told him.
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Catching the gentleman from the bar in the room, raping the slave smacked of betrayal. Irrational, Kaydia recognized, given that they spoke for all of ten minutes, and he hadnt lied about his business, just couched it in dry language. But he had seemed so genial, funny and charming, to realize he was waiting for his chance to abuse a slave made her sick to her stomach.
With the immediate threats neutralized, Kaydia made her way to free the slave from her bondage. Her thin wrists were raw from rope burn, signs she had tried to resist, or struggled against her violation. Clearly the undercover Jedi hadnt been his type. From the looks of the slave girl, fifteen or sixteen at most, a woman half his age was too old for him.
Shh, Kaydia whispered to the girl, who was still crying, Its all over now. Youre safe. She helped the girl up and summoned a robe from a hook in the bathroom to her hands with the force. The girl was calmer now, still shaking and whimpering, but quiet at least.
You two are under arrest for slave trafficking and I am sure the local authorities can come up with a slew of additional charges to bring you up on. Get on your knees, with your hands behind your head. Kaydia explained in a dry tone, seeking balance in the force. The older man, still shaken up about getting caught in the act complied without words, but the Bothan just sat, lips curling into an infuriating smirk.
Or what? Youll shoot? Do you two even realize what youve stumbled upon? The Bothan gloated, not moving as Quentin kept his own blaster trained on him. Jedi or not, you are in over your heads. Making a show of sniffing loudly, he laughed. You two arent here investigating the slave trade. Not dressed like that and reeking of each other. So why you do the smart thing and walk away. Enjoy your vacation. The words were intended to shame them, Kaydia recognized, but she was long past shame for her relationship with Quentin. And it couldnt be used as leverage by others if she didnt bother hiding it.
Dont think for a second that being a Jedi means I will spare your life, slaver, Kaydia snarled, feeling her control slipping. The Bothans threats and the girls whimpers fed her rage. Memories of the pirates ship came back unbidden, tempting her with recollections of strength and power. The satisfaction of gutting the slaving bastards. I am giving you more chance. On your knees, hands behind your head.
Challenge flared in the Bothans eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. Kaydia knew she should let it go, shouldnt let his defiance get under her skin, but the irritation of having her private time with Quentin get interrupted twice now was weighing on her. Instead her fist clenched, imagining the satisfaction of feeling him struggle against her grasp until
Another blast shot into the room, from the hallway this time. Kaydia barely had the sense of mind to deflect it, so distracted by her fury to listen to the warning in the force. In that moment the older man dropped to his stomach, covering his head in defense, and the slave girl was sprinting for the door. The Bothan pressed a button on his wrist communicator, and the girl dropped to her hands and knees, screaming and shaking. Kaydia also screamed, throwing herself back into a wall to evade the volley of blaster shots while the sensations of the SIN prevented her from using her connection to the force.
So thats how you found us, the Bothan laughed, keeping the SIN triggered. Kaydia could shield herself from the worst of its effects, but it took most of her concentration to do so. And the girls screams made that even more challenging. Quentin did what he could, firing out the door to keep the rest of the slavers out, but they were effectively pinned down if she couldnt recover. The Bothan stepped closer, watching her reaction as the SIN continued to rage. Should have walked away Jedi, when you had the chance
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Quentin reached out through the Force and squeezed. There was a loud crunching sound as the transmitter crushed against the Bothan's wrist and then the Bothan's wrist splintered under the effects of his will. Sure, there were other ways he could have handled the situation. But none of them were quite sosatisfying. "You should have taken your own advice," he remarked, sighting along the barrel and dropping one of the slavers.
The Bothan sagged to his knees, clutching his shattered wrist to his chest and mewling in agony.
"What? No witty comebacks?" Quentin shot another slaver, then hurled himself aside as two more opened up with riot guns. A hailstorm of blasterfire chewed his impromptu defenses to pieces, and it was all he could do to evade wildly for a moment. But, as Master Valis had always taught him, he did the unexpected. Instead of scrambling for more cover he hurled himselftowardsthe gunmen, flinging his captured blaster at one of them and activating his Teras Kasai gauntlets once more. The battery packs hadn't fully recharged, but he was able to deflect three shots before he closed the gap and the power field lasted just long enough for him to smash the jaw of the man on point. Then the Force lent him strength as well as speed, and an uppercut took the wind out of the second gunman. Behind him, the third and last of them brought his own weapon up. Slowly. Much too slowly, to Quentin's augmented perceptions. He raised a hand, and the man slammed heavily against the far wall. He bounced back, then slammed again. After the third repetition, the man didn't seem to be in a mood to argue much about whether or not he'd stay down.
Turning on his heel, Quentin stalked back into the room. "You're right," he said, lifting the gagging Bothan to his feet with a gesture. "Weweren'there investigating the slave trade. And we don't realize precisely what we've stumbled on. So..." He smiled. "Why don't you tell us all about it?"
The Bothan spat. "You'll get nothing from me, Jedi!"
Quentin stared at him, then smiled even broader. "I already have, Vesper Jan." The shock in the Bothan's eyes was amusing. "The Crucible. And your contact is..." He examined the Bothan minutely. "Hal-Jakan Teris, operating out of the Velvet Hour on Canto Bight." He let the Bothan collapse. "Therearetechniques that will permit someone to resist having their thoughts read. Perhaps you should have learned them." Finally, he looked back at Kaydia. "How are you doing?"
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Kaydia still wanted to kill the Bothan. Memories from the pirate ship burned bright, coming into sharp focus as the pain from the SIN faded away. Reclaim her power, her strength, make him feel her agony for the last few miserable moments of his life.
But the girl was crying, curled into a ball of misery against the wall. It cut through her rage, giving her something more important to focus on rather than the memories the SIN triggered. So once again Kaydia helped the girl up, using her own empathic gifts to sooth the distress consuming the slave. Her crying slowed to a whimpered and a sniffle and her breathing relaxed. She was safe, and soon she would be free.
It hadnt taken long for the authorities to show up, not after the blaster battle erupted in the hallway. The four survivors were taken into custody, and the girl taken to a hospital to treat her injuries. Nothing major, as far as Kaydia could tell, at least not physically. But the emotional scar would likely remain, if Kaydias own history were a clue. All they were left with was another mission and her own scars, aching anew.
Kaydia returned to the room they had rented, still frustrated they hadnt had a chance to properly utilize it. After giving her report to the local authorities, she was exhausted, and yet still too keyed up to sleep. The rhythmic rushing of water from the bathroom gave away Quentins position, and nothing sounded better to Kaydia than joining him.
The showers were large, with a bench along one wall and Kaydia liked that addition. Usually, when they had sex in a shower, it would either be Quentin lifting her up to fuck her into a wall, (as they did in the elevator earlier), or bent over while Quentin took her from behind, occasionally surprising her with which hole he wanted to fuck. Both of those were all well and good, but it wasnt what she wanted right now.
She didnt want to talk or examine her feelings or mind her thoughts or anything other sort of introspection. She pushed the urge away as she pushed her tongue into Quentins mouth, fingers tight on the back of his head. No resistance from him, welcoming her touch, even as his concern brushed her mind, but she pushed that away too.
The hot water felt glorious on muscles that still remembered the torrents of the SIN, and Quentins hands felt even better. Her own hand focused on his cock, slipping up and down his shaft, while the other kept him close, kept their mouths pressed together in a hungry kiss. Then, once he was steel hard in her grip, she pushed him back against the bench and straddled his lap.
Still no words as she sunk down his length. No words, just need carried on the current of the force, resonating between their minds in the shared bond. A need for him, for her Quentin, with any foreplay or games or worries that the SIN might activate on her again. Guttural utterances of pleasure and relief bounced off the walls, amplifying her own bliss.
Pent up rage and anger transformed into white hot lust, pleasure she could take from her husband with him pinned against the wall and bench. His arms went around her waist, supporting her as her back arched in ecstasy and her wet breasts slapped against his chest. That orgasm, finally arriving without the accompaniment of the SIN, was paradise and liberation all at once.
Sated and safe, Kaydia cuddled into Quentin, enjoying the stream of hot water on her back. Happy Anniversary.
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To sum up, Quentin said, tossing a data slate onto the small table and slumping into a seat, slavery is atouchyissue in the Republic.
Two weeks had passed since their anniversary, and he had thrown himself into research. It was a habit Master Valis had drilled into him as a Padawan, and it had served him well in the two decades hed spent as a Knight and a Shadow. But what hed learned about this had been, in a word, disheartening.
He shoved the dataslate across the table. Slavery is illegal in the Republic, of course, he sighed. But... well, the Galactic Republic isnt a single monolithic government. Star systems thatjoinedthe Republic are subject to its laws, of course, but theres a host of Charter Signatory nations that retain independent governance with treaty-mandated compliance with Republic law, and trade alliance partners who abide by Republican law when interacting with the greater Republic, and so on. So slavery can be legal in a system that most people would consider part of the Republic, as long as the slaves arent exported to the greater Republic.
He sighed. And that doesnt even get into the problems ofdefiningslavery. Like, are Czerka Corporation employees slaves? They live in corporate housing and pay rent to the Czerka, buy clothes and food and entertainment and medical care from Czerka, and cannot Break contract with Czerka until they settle their debts - which accrue from birth, because the infant is charged the costs unless the parents choose to pay.
Grimacing, Quentin drummed his fingers on the table. Even the use of something like a SIN isnt automatically illegal. It can be used as a nonlethal restraint system for prisoners. Hell, theres even a fetish subculture that voluntarily gets the implants. He shook his head. So, what the Crucible is doing is illegal, but not necessarily illegal. Which means that we may have no legal jurisdiction over their actions, depending on where they are.
He watched his wife carefully, then smiled and laid both their lightsabers on the table between them. We are Jedi, he stared. Our calling is to defend the idea and the ideals of the Republic against the darkness, not to enforce the law.
With a grin, he tapped a control on the dataslate and projected a hologram of a planet into the air. Canto Bight is, of course, a pleasure world for the plus ne ultra of Galactic wealth. Hardly the sort of place Quentin Hall and Kaydia Hall-Voss would be seem. But... his grin grew triumphant, It would be perfectly reasonable for Madame Nyamelo Cordfay, a known confidante and business partner of Madame Sheila Golb to visit. And, of course, Madame Cordfay would never dream of going anywhere without her elite bodyguard Malachi Hardin.
A pause.
What do you think?
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Given how badly the SIN had crippled her, not just disrupting her mind, but her sense of balance as well, Kaydia spent the first couple days back on Coruscant having the implants removed. A delicate procedure, as the microscopic nodes had attached directly to her nerves. Once it was complete, Kaydia spent several more days meditating, seeking balance from the darkness that her memories had awoken. Only when she felt as if she could trust herself again, did she join Quentin in his research and preparation.
Quentin laid out a brief explanation of the extra-legal complications in pursuing the slavers, before assuring her that the letter of the law wouldnt get in the way of their pursuit of justice. She reviewed the information about Canto Bight as he explained how they would use their previous identities in this investigation. And why shouldnt they use those identities, with the added credibility Sheila provided them. And the only ones who had seen their disguises were dead now.
What do you think?
Kaydia nodded and leaned back in her chair. I am just glad you arent trying to talk me out of this. Let just try to be more careful here, and not accidentally star in another porn.
Elite guests, such as Madame Nyamelo Cordfay, could enjoy complimentary travel to the desert world of Cantonica, by way of Canto Bight, where she would arrive directly at the landing docks in the center of the city. Additionally, Madame Cordfay and her chief of security, Malachi Hardin, were transported to their hotel by a smiling chauffeur who awaited their arrival on the planet.
The entire endeavor was a touch overdone, but they really needed to be completely in character from the moment they arrived. The Velvet Hour, a high-end brothel not unlike the one that had been her base of operations as Scarlet, was a legitimate business designed to cater to the desires of the wealthy elite. This perfectly legitimate front covered by the illegal slave trade that operated out of it. And anyone interested in that aspect of the establishment could only be accommodated by way of invitation. As distasteful as it was, Kaydia was going to have to put up the faade of wanting to purchase a slave to the right people, before she would get the chance to blow that operation wide open.
Settling into their room, Kaydia looked over the map of the city. From what I can recall working out of the Velvet Spire, clients looking for extra services spoke with management, who arranged further meetings. I think out best bet is to head for the Velvet Hour, and let it be known we are looking for a more long-term arrangement with an escort.
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Was the Velvet Spire actually that discrete? Quentin wondered aloud, listening as he finished the diagnostics on the HK drones Malachi Hardin favored for security. Hed added a fourth, something that would have made sense now that Nyamelo Cordfay was associated with Golb GMbH, and wanted to make sure the unit was properly interfaced with his glasses.
Statement, the drone snapped in the trademark HK sarcasm, watch the clumsy fingers, meatbag.
He checked the optical data feeds and clicked the maintenance hatch shut. Ill admit that I visited the spire... let me think... twice. On business, both times. But it reallylookedlike you just picked an employee that caught your eye, and paid up. In advance, unless you were a regular. He scratched his cheek with the microspanner, then tucked it into his kit. Still, you know more about that line of work than I do. In the mean time... He slid a small box across the table. Here. Inside was a pair ofgold and diamond earrings.
I can get away with being discretely armed, he continued, strapping on a shoulder holster and tucking a slim blaster into it. Im your bodyguard, after all. But you cant, not really. The Teras Kasai gauntlets are about all youll be able to justify. So the HKs are slaved to those earrings, just like my goggles. Audio only, but theyll gleefully Kill or petulantly stun anything you sic them on. And theres more!
He made a subvocalized command and one of the drones swooped low, disgorging a lightsaber hilt. He held it up with a wink. Im afraid it doesnt match the earrings, he apologized with broad good humor, but I see no reason to get caught unarmed again. He tossed the saber to the drone, which caught it and tucked it back into the concealed compartment.
Leaning back, he watched her with some interest. Now then, Madame Cordfay. Did you want to visit the Velvet Hour first? Or were there other stops on your itinerary?
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You shouldnt have, Kaydia gushed, pushing the earrings into place. The fact that they were just as functional as they were ornamental was a point in Quentins favor. It was in the back of her mind to argue she didnt need all this, that her skills in the force could buy whatever time she might need in an emergency. But, truthfully, it probably wasnt a good idea for her to rely so heavily on her gifts. Especially not as their latest mission brought on memories tinged in pain. She couldnt entirely trust herself not to reach for her inner darkness as she sought to right the wrongs shed suffered through. Her path was a razors edge between light and dark, and it would be far too easy to succumb in the throes of recollection.
Leaning back, he watched her with some interest. Now then, Madame Cordfay. Did you want to visit the Velvet Hour first? Or were there other stops on your itinerary?
Kaydia laughed, letting Quentins question and implicit suggestion tear her from introspection. Visiting the Velvet Hour first is our best bet, I do believe. If the Crucible works the same as the Black Sun in this regard, it might take a day or two to receive our invitation to review their slaves. They like to do a cursory investigation, to ensure we arent law enforcement. Good thing our identities are so well established. Standing, she made her way to the suitcases, deciding on an outfit for the trip. Ill make an appearance, let my intentions be known, and wait for someone to contact me. I am sure we can find activities to fill the time while we wait for that.
The most striking difference between the Velvet Hour and the Velvet Spire was the exhibition hall. Separate from the restaurant or the club, it was guarded by a second set of bouncers and required its own entrance fee. And once they were inside, it was obvious why. Throughout the large hall were various rounded stages surrounded by guests, and upon those stages were a variety of performances. One featured a woman strapped into a machine that penetrated all of her orifices simultaneously. Upon closer inspection, there was a control panel before the exhibit, allowing one person an opportunity to operate the machine, choosing from a variety of settings.
Other such exhibits featured men and women bound in intricate rope and metal patterns, their bodies available to use by anyone who desired, with a wide selection of toys available for guests to use. The nearest exhibits contained mostly human and humanoid species, but along the back wall were displays of more exotic species and more extreme demonstrations.
The perverse spectacle was not lost upon Kaydia, half appalled and half enthralled. Seeking the emotions or the performers, she was hit with a wave of pleasure and lust, enough to quicken her breathing and flush her skin. They were certainly enjoying the acts visited upon them, but were they authentically enthusiastic or just drugged?
II was not expecting this, she admitted to Quentin through their link.What do you make of it?
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I... I was not expecting this,she admitted to Quentin through their link.What do you make of it?
I... dont know,Quentin replied, trying to maintain an air of watchfulness. He was supposed to be a bodyguard, after all. But it was a difficult prospect, with all of the exotic perversion on display. He was no prude, he knew that. But some of the acts on display left him deeply unsettled and others deeply aroused, and the combination was awkward.Mostly, I hope all of these people are employees who chose this life freely, and not contract laborers or slaves.
A number of spectators were gathered around a small arena, cheering as women in scraps of leather and ornate masks fought with power weapons. At first glance it seemed an odd event in a brothel, until he realized that the women gasped and moaned in pleasure as the weapons struck. Finally, one woman slammed the other into the glass wall and ground their bodies together, frantically exploring her opponent with lips and hands and the humming blade of her knife. Money changed hands as the spectators cheered.
It is quite the spectacle, is it not? remarked aburly, mutton-chopped manas he stepped up beside Kaydia. They fight with nerve induction weapons, similar to stun weapons but triggering he pleasure centers instead of overloading the nervous system entirely. The first gladiator to give into the desire for greater stimulation loses.
The victor had her opponent on her knees now, playing the knife over her slit as she moaned and writhed. The weapons are blunted, of course. He bowed, taking Kaydias hand and kissing it as he did. I am Procurator Rygar-El Trinidad, and i my is my honor to be your guide to the services offered within the Velvet Hour, Madame Cordfay.
Straightening, he made a discrete gesture. I am given to understand that you desire the services of an escort for an extended time. Did you have somethingparticularin mind, or would you prefer that I show you what the Velvet Hour has to offer?
As he spoke, adark-haired womanadorned in jewelry and paint and nothing else appeared in response to his signal. And would you care for some refreshments?
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Kaydias building desire was distracting, hot and wet between her thighs, and Quentin's own lust further inflamed her. Suddenly she was glad shed chosen apower suitin white. In a dress it would have been too easy to let Quentin just take her, bent over a table and fucked mercilessly. Bound, as many of the entertainers here were, and even some of the other patrons. But she was here on business, not pleasure.
I am Procurator Rygar-El Trinidad, and I my is my honor to be your guide to the services offered within the Velvet Hour, Madame Cordfay.
I had heard such great things, Mr. Trinidad, and the Velvet hour certainly lives up to expectations, and then some, Kaydia agreed. Her initial thought was to hide how aroused all the exhibitions had made her, but then decided against it. He would be expecting her to be excited if she were a sincere patron after all. Luckily for her, he didnt drag out their conversation but got right to the heart of the matter.
I am given to understand that you desire the services of an escort for an extended time. Did you have something particular in mind, or would you prefer that I show you what the Velvet Hour has to offer?
I am exploring long-term options in a personal companion, and I was lead to believe you could accommodate me, she admitted, finding it easier to contain her lust as she spoke in innuendo about purchasing a sentient being. Disgust served as cold water splash against her desire, focusing her mind on the task at hand.
But focus was the last thing Mr. Trinidad wanted from her right now, as he offered her a drink. Laced with aphrodisiacs, no doubt. It was a technique she recognized well, as anyone who used sex as a tool would know. Get the client thinking with the wrong head, and tilt the favor away from them. Kaydia played along, accepting the drink while filtering the stimulates from her bloodstream as soon as they entered. She wasnt going to make the Telerath mistake again.
Trinidad led her toward the back, accessing a discreet panel that opened an equally discrete passageway. The hallway was a tight squeeze (and the remnants of her lust drunk mind considered how similar it was to the fresher unit she often shared with Quentin, and how easy it would be to brace against the walls while he fucked her brains outs), but he led her into a private lounge, with seating for 6 or so, and dark lighting. Pulling out a chair for her, Trinidad invited her to sit across from him. Tell me a bit more about what you are looking for, Madame Cordfay.
The truth is, I have an exacting requirement of obedience for all my employees, Mr. Trinidad, and a personal companion would be no exception to this. Really, because of the nature of the arrangement, I would be even more demanding.
Completely understandable, my dear. All of our escorts are well trained to anticipate and satisfy even the most demanding clientele.
She took another drink, still focusing on cleansing her system of toxins. What can you tell me about failsafes, to protect myself?
All of our escorts have implants that allow for nonlethal restraint, for your and their own protection. It is, in fact, similar to the gladiatorial display you were watching. You will have complete access to the settings, should you need to adjust sensitivity or response. He explained it all so simply, in broad, general strokes, but all Kaydia could think about was they paralyzing horror the SIN brought. She responded with a nodded, taking a deeper drink of her cocktail. Shall I bring in some options, Madame Cordfay, or did you have further questions?
What do you think?she asked Quentin without looking at him.
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Quentin wasn't offered a drink, and he didn't ask for one. He was, after all, the help. Help with benefits, assuming their current host had done his homework - which Quentin was certain he had - but help nonetheless. And the help didn't get wined and dined and sweet talked. Whatever uses Procurater Trinidad assumed Quentin was put to in private, he interacted with the ne plus ultra of society sufficiently to understand that in public it would be business. So he simply followed in Kaydia's wake, his security drones hovering discretely nearby (and no doubt tracked by the Velvet Hour's own internal security), trying to look like the help. And trying to ignore Kaydia's ass swaying in that white suit of hers. Becausefuckhe was turned on by some of the exhibits, and by Kaydia's nearness and the lust dripping off her. Even without one of the chemical-laced drinks she'd been served, he was finding it hard not to dwell on the thought of pinning her against the narrow wall of the hall and fucking her hard and deep.
The private room they entered was a bit of a surprise, although he rapidly realized it shouldn't have been. Low light and lounging couches that you could sit or lay on, and floors that were discretely padded, and he had no doubts that many of the decorative elements were sturdy enough to anchor a restraint of some sort. A meeting room, yes, but also a room that could be used for an intimate little party of one sort or another. He listened to the conversation with one ear, examining the room with the rest of his attention. Surveillance, of course. There was no shock to that, and anyone who entered here would be expecting that. He doubted it was used for blackmail purposes, though. A place like the Velvet Hour would need to be discrete, and word of such activities got around. But maybe they offered the opportunity for others to watch? Would that be an additional fee, he wondered, or would it reduce the costs?
What can you tell me about failsafes, to protect myself? Kaydia asked, pulling his attention back. He listened curiously, hiding his expression aas he heard the description of the nonlethal restraint implants. SIN systems, or something similar. He felt Kaydia's visceral reaction to the clinical description of how it all operated, and it took all of his self control not to lash out then.What do you think?she finally asked, as he offered to bring in 'options'.
I think we need more information,he replied, keeping his face neutral.We want to get to the people in charge, and I doubt Trinidad is at that level. Not if he's meeting guests here."How are the implants controlled?"
Trinidad gave him a puzzled look, as if a pet or a houseplant had spoken. "I beg your pardon?"
"The implants," Quentin repeated. "As Madame Cordfay's chief of security, I'm curious to know how they are activated."
"Oh, yes. I see." Trinidad nodded. "There is a safe word command, coded to the voice pattern of the client and to others designated by the client, which triggers the implants. They trigger the pleasure center of the brain, so no lasting harm is done while the companion is incapacitated. Finer gradations may be adjusted with a control that is frequently set into jewelry or some other personal item, but these may also be set for vocal control." Quentin nodded, and the man continued. "Now, if I may, I have a few individuals I could present. Do you have any preferences, Madame?"
"Madame Cordfay has varied tastes," Quentin replied. "She expects only the best."
"Well," Trinidad said, clapping his hands, "she may judge for herself." Another door opened. The first to enter the room was awomanwith dark hair, wearing a tight corset top and skirt. She was followed by a heaviily-muscledmanin a kilt, a shirtless dark-skinnedman, and awomanpainted or tattooed to resemble an exotic cat.
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Kaydia nodded at the assembled selection, genuinely impressed by what was offered, even as she was distantly appalled by the implications. But nothing in their demeanor suggested they were in distress. If they were keen on their profession, and eager to attract the eye of a wealthy patron, it would be one thing, but Kaydia couldnt be quite sure they werent extremely well-trained slaves, independence broken. Like this, shed never be able to tell, but if they were put under duress, the truth could come out.
Very nice, Mr. Trinidad. Your stock is world class, Kaydia acknowledged, the sentiment true. She could see her and Quentin taking any or even all of them into their bed, so long as they were truly willing. Even if they did have to pay, and neither of them were the type to have to pay for such things. Usually, they were on the other end of that agreement. With another sip of her drink, Kaydia continued, Like my security chief said, I expect only the best. And I am not sure I can choose the best of this lot on looks alone. And I would still like a further demonstration of the restraint system you discussed earlier.
I sense you have an idea in mind then, Madame Cordfay, in how you might choose a companion? Trinidad noted, raising his drink as he pointed to her. Shed stayed silent for a moment longer, letting the planned flow from her mind to Quentins, and giving her husband a chance to decline before suggesting it out loud. His silence became consent. I must say, that gladiatorial event you had hosted was unlike anything I have ever seen before. I think that only a companion who could win such a contest could service me as I require.
Further, I would like to submit my chief of security to participate as well. I know he will give me honest and objective feedback on the restraint system, and will be in a good position to help me tailor it to my needs once he has had a chance to experience it firsthand.
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"Wait, what?" Quentin gasped out, startled.
Despite his protest, Procurator Trinidad looked delighted. "Of course, of course, although these individuals are not so... aggressive. Had I but known you wished a more aggressive companion, I would have arranged a different sort of meeting. But I can have your bodyguard kitted out immediately." He eyed Quentin critically. "A public demonstration, I think. The assembled patrons would dearly love to see a professional fighter take on our gladiators, after all, and the prize money for the fight would naturally be applied to the cost of your purchase."
"How much?" Quentin managed.
"Victors take home a purse of 10% of the earinings," Trinidad replied. "Which can be quite a sum, depending on skill and appeal. The losers receive no prize, of course, but they often still receive patronage after a match." He glanced at Kaydia. "Which I can also arrange, should you wish it."
"Wait just a..." Quentin began, but Trinidad ignored him and clapped his hands. A minute later, anolder womanin a sleek red dress entered the room.
"Dominia Tark," Trinidad said politely. "This man is Malachai Hardin, the chief of security for Madame Nyamelo Cordfay. He will be participating in one of the combats, to test the skills of potential companions for his employer. Please see that he is made ready."
"Of course," Dominia Tark purred, gesturing for Quentin to follow. "Follow me, Malachai."
In short order, Quentin found himself dressed in, well, something that could charitibly be called anoutfit. Briefs, really, and bracers. And a gleaming oil that was being massaged into his skin by the dark-haired woman and by Dominia Tark, both of whom were enjoying themselves immensely. "Is this strictly necessary?" he asked.
"Of course it is," the Dominia replied, runningher hands over his chest. "We shan't be giving you implants, of course, so the conductive oil allows the discharge of the weapons to take greater effect when you are struck."
"Besides," the dark-haired woman added, running her hands over his thighs, "it highlights the tone of your muscles. You want to put on a good show, don't you?"
"Which reminds me," the Dominia added, stepping back and eying him critically. "Youareskilled with melee weapons, are you not?"
"Uhm, yes," Quentin assured her, trying to ignore the way the dark-haired woman was caressing his rear. "Swords and knives, mostly. And hand to hand combat."
"Excellent." The Dominia tossed him a set of rings that sized themselves to his fingers as he slipped them on. "Those will allow you to punch freely then, within the rules of the arena. Don't be too concerned about shedding a little blood, but try not to strike too hard." She gestured towards a rack of weapons. "Choose what you wish. We want you to put on a good show, after all."
Stepping up to the rack, he examined the weapons and tested the balance and weight of several. Finally, he settled on astraight-bladed swordwith a feel similar to the practice blades his Master had forced him to practice with. "Whatarethe rules?" he asked.
"Oh, simple," the Dominia laughed. "You fight until you can no longer focus on fighting. The last one trying to fight wins."
Procurator Trinidad escorted Kaydia into a box seat overlooking an arena. "The best seats in the house," he assured her, "which is only fair, since your man will be fighting. Should you care to make any side wagers, you need only consult the terminal in the arm of your seat." He seated himself, his bulk surprisingly graceful as he did. "They may take the form of currency, of goods, or of services to be rendered or received." He smiled blandly. "All bettors are anonymous until it is time to collect, in order to add spice to the arrangement."
There was a blast of fanfare, and a gateway opened in the far wall of the arena. "The challenger!" boomed a voice over the roar of the crowd. "One Malachi Hardin, in the service of and fighting for the glory of Madame Nyamelo Cordfay! He is a newcomer to the arena, but a hardened and fierce combatant! Give him a big hand, folks!"
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Kaydia sympathized with Quentins shock, and had he been actually upset by her suggestion to offer him up as a gladiator, she would have backed out, seeking out another way to get deeper into the slave trade. But, through their bond, she could sense his reluctant pleasure as the two women who felt him up as they oiled him down, and she knew hed be able to forgive her for this, in time.
Sorry love, but I am pretty sure its your turn to play eye candy bait, since I handled that honeypot over on Bespin two months back.
Kaydia couldnt help admiring her husband in the barely-there outfit he was fitted into, putting his delicious form on full display. Remembering the role she was supposed to play, she didnt hide her enjoyment from Trinidad, smirking as she half turned towards him. Can I keep that getup? I could find many uses for it.
Before Trinidad could answer, the next gladiator entered the arena. His opponent is the Banshee, with a professional record of 116 to 6, Shrikee Tomzin!
She was tall, an Amazon of a woman, standing just a hair shorter than Quentin. She wore gold armor, though calling it that was certainly a stretch. Sure, it covered her arms and legs, but little else, with a golden belt just holding up subligaria, and golden pasties pointlessly covering her nipples. Her tanned skin glistened under the heavy lighting of the arena, sharing the golden hue shed chosen to complete herpersona.Her weapon was a massive blade, nearly four feet long and over half a foot thick.
Strutting across the arena, she held her arms out at her sides, displaying her muscular figure for the enjoyment of the crowd. Clearly, she enjoyed the attention, eating up the cheers and wolf whistles with a cheeky smile, before turning a lascivious grin towards Quentin.
Curiously, Kaydia checked the terminal. She wasnt sure it was ethical to bet on her husband, but she did have all the faith in the galaxy in his prowess. Besides, from what Trinidad said, she didnt have to bet money. Already, there were a few offerings against her husband, but Kaydia decided to start mild. There was still a job to do here, even if she needed to stay in character. Wagering an orgasm, by way of hand or mouth, she placed a bet on Quentin and leaned forward in anticipation.
Shrikee charged first, massive blade held over her head as though she were going to swing, only to vault into a flip right before he reached him and twist mid-air to land behind him, managing to land the first strike of the bout, right in the middle of his back.
Kaydia gasped, playing it up as concern, but feeling through their bond the electric sensation tingling along nerves. Quentin was going to have his work cut out for him.
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The mostly naked amazon gladiator wasnt all that surprising, not given the exhibitionist nature of the arena hed found himself in. The absurdly large swordwassurprising, though - it was so improbably unwieldy that it seemed to cross the level be into farce. But that was to be expected, wasnt it? It wasnt as if these gladiators were really expected to fight. So, as the golden gladiator strutted around and played to the crowd, Quentin relaxed.I suppose turn about is fair play,he replied with a small smile.Ive never really thought of myself as eye candy, though.
A tone sounded, signaling the start of the bout, and Shrikee charged straight at him. Shaking his head, he stepped forward and to the right - she was right-handed, was f he was any just die, and that would put him away from her downstroke. The hardest part would be not ending this too soon... Shrikee sprang, her magnificent legs coiling and straightening as she vaulted over his head. The feat, accomplished without calling on the Force, caught him off guard for an interview maranta. And in that instant, she struck.
Quentin staggered under the impact of the heavy blade, stumbling as he fought for balance. The worst part about it was the blinding wash of sheer pleasure that radiated from the impact, make by him moaned unconsciously as his Vick stiffened. Shuddering, he fought to regain control. Pain he could have dealt with - hed beenexoectingpain, had braced for pain. Pleasure was playing havoc with his training, and he tripped and hit the ground.
Procurator Trinidad chuckled and keyed something into his own terminal, then chuckled and shook his head. I am certain your bodyguard performs exceptionally, he said, but the skills of the Arena Av Lilla Doden are quite specialized. They translate the not real combat far better than trained warriors fare in these bouts - our gladiators do not fear injury, after all. He watched the Banshee arch her body, displaying herself for the cheering crowd as Quentin struggled to his feet. I hope you have not wagersd more than you care to pay.
Shrikee spun her sword like a baton, her free hand caressing her golden, oiled skin as she prowled towards Quentin. Im going by to break you, she purred, licking her ruby lips. Slowly. Im going to make you beg to worship me, Malachi. Im going to ride you hard, and if you cum before I allow you Ill break your balls.
Quentin shook his head, clearing the fog of pleasure from his thoughts. It wasnt easy, not with the memory still singing through his nerves. Im not that easy, Shrikee, he replied.
Really? She replied, voice husky. Ive seen the Telerath footage, Malachi. And I cant wait to try you out. Then she lunged forward, heavy blade sweeping like a scythe. This time, though, he was ready. Shrikee looked startled as he caught her sword on his, deflecting it into the sand as he stepped backwards. Then his blade came up and he lunged, aming the point between her breasts. She blocked with a golden armored forearm, twisting and stepping alongside him, driving her knee at his groin and releasing her grip on her weapon to chop at the back of his neck.
The crowd roared, then roared again as Quentin blocked her knee with his. He twisted, dropping his own weapon to block her wrist and wrap his arm around hers, pulling her off balance. As she stumbled he punched her in the stomach. Like I said, he grinned, Im not that easy. Listening to the crowd cheer, he glanced up and saw Kaydia watching. Now, he added, tossing her back her sword as he recovered his own, try and put on a better show.
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Ive never really thought of myself as eye candy, though.
Only because you arent looking at this from my angle, Kaydia replied, rather enjoying the sight of her oiled-up husband in hardly anything.Or, perhaps I should say, from a certain point of view? Ive always been rather fond of those abs, but I have absolutely underappreciated your thighs.
Still, she was careful about how much of her own desire she let bleed into their bond. Trinidad made a good point about how these matches were far different from actual combat. The last thing Quentin needed now was to carry her desire on top of his own growing lust. Besides, it would be more fun to unleash it upon him afterwards. Whether he won or lost.
I hope you have not wagered more than you care to pay.
Your concern is duly noted, Mr. Trinidad, but let me assure you, I will have no trouble making good on this wager. Its nothing more than I can spare.
Like I said, he grinned, Im not that easy.
Good. I was counting on you being hard, Shrikee countered, making a wide circle around him.
Now, he added, tossing her back her sword as he recovered his own, try and put on a better show.
Shrikee caught her blade with one hand, held above her head in a pose that exaggerated her curves. Malachi was arrogant, and that made him even hotter. She bristled at the realization but didnt fight it. Instead, it fed her resolve, her need to win. How good would he look with her thighs on his shoulders? There was but one way to find out. Yes, give into your arrogance. Your cockiness. All the sweeter when you break down and beg me.
She charged again, feinting right before sidestepping left. Still, hed seen through her ploy, his thin blade ready to meet hers before she could change trajectory. He was a master with a blade, deflecting her blow in the twist of his wrist, directing the force away. Clearly, he had a lot of practice with it. But there were stick tricks of the arena she knew. Like, twisting into his space, letting the length of his weapon brush her skin and sighing as the bliss glided along her nerves.
Its not the sort of move one would do if the blade were sharp, but things in the arena were different when one doesnt fear pain. And, just as she predicted, he had no counter for it, barely registering her position in time to brace for impact. Her broadsword connected with his side, and he tensed, trying to minimize the pain but experiencing maddening pleasure instead.
She jumped back before he could properly retaliate, the blade missing her by a hairs breadth. Still, he closed the gap between them, denying her opportunity to swing her weapon. He learned quickly, it seemed, managing to slip his sword in the open space of her stance, between her thighs. Slowly, far too slowly, the steel caressed her legs, cool against the needy heat of her flesh. So, she swayed closer to Malachi, eyelids heavy and lips parted, as if she meant to kiss him. He hesitated, realization dawning in his eyes, but it was too late as her forehead crashed into his.
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Quentin staggered backwards again, realizing he'd miscalculated once more as the blinding pleasure from the headbutt hardened his cock and made thought difficult. Damnit! She'dlethim hit her, just to get an opening and hammer at his defenses. He could hear the roar of the crowd, and taste Kaydia's arousal in his mind, and it was hard to think of anything but wanting tofuckright at this moment. Especially when Shrikee seized the advantage and hammered her broadsword into his wrist, causing his own blade to drop from nerveless fingers as pleasure erupted along his arm. He moaned with arousal, chest heaving as he gasped with the effort of keeping control.
"Like it?" his opponent taunted, seeing the lust-filled way his eyes devoured her nearly naked form. She raised the broadsword with one hand, caressing her body with the other. "This can all be over," she added, fingertips gliding over her crotch. "All you have to do is surrender."
The betting board was going wild, lust building in hopes of watching Shrikee dominate and break another opponent. A greatest hits reel was already playing above the arena, showing the golden gladiator walking her defeated foes around on all fours while leading them with a golden collar and leash. Chaining her foes to a pillar in the center of the arena, mounting them with a golden dildo, denying them release as she used their bodies. Procurator Trinidad didn't bother to try to hide the massive erection tenting his trousers as he glanced away from the match. "Perhaps your bodyguard was not as prepared for this match as he thought?"
The anonymous gambler who'd accepted Kaydia's wager of an orgasm by hand or mouth was clearly gloating.looking forward to cumming on that mouth,the message responded.still confident? got three friends wanting to take turns at you if your man loses. rough and long and hard, while he watches. counter-wager if interested.
There is emotion, Quentin reminded himself, yet there is peace. He smiled, compartmentalizing the pleasure and lust as Shrikee came at him again. Emotions were emotions. Sensations were merely products of the nerves. All of them could be controlled, ignored or hearkened to as required. Time to stop playing.
Shrikee lunged, driving the point of her massive sword at his stomach. Quentin spun lightly, feeling a small sting of pleasure as he batted the steel aside with his forearm, then twisted back and drove his knee into his opponent's stomach. Whatever sound of pleasure she might have made was lost in an explosive gasp as the air erupted from her lungs. Then she folded around his leg as he hammered his left hand into the back of her neck. She hit the ground gasping for breath and he dropped on top of her, straddling her hips and using his weight to pin her to the arena floor. The feel of her sleek, strong body moving beneath hsi nearly broke his newfound self control, but he managed to ignore it as he picked up her broadsword.
"I thought you were good," Quentin laughed, wrapping his free hand around her throat. She gripped his wrist reflexively, fighting for breath. In response, he slammed the pommel of her sword into the valley between her breasts. "But, be honest here," he continued, shifting his hips and letting her feel the rigid length of his meat sliding against her, "I'm the hardest opponent you've ever faced. Aren't I?"
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When she had made the bet, Kaydia had been concerned she was being unfair. Quentin was far too skilled to lose to sex gladiators. Now, there was a very real chance he could lose, and, from what she could feel from him, neither of them were all that concerned with losing, right now.
Kaydia visibly shuddered as she read the incoming message. Receiving sensual feedback from Quentins bout had gotten her hot, and his need to fuck reached her as well. Aroused as she was, getting used by four anonymous partners sounded like a great time.
I wouldnt count him out, just yet, Kaydia challenged, offering Quentin moral support through the force. She tapped a quick message back, hardly taking her eyes off the match.Fine, but if he wins, you all will serve my pleasure.Settling back into her seat, she sighed and smirked as Quentin climbed atop Shrikee. Malachi is always full of surprises.
I cant say for certain yet, Shrikee managed to rasp out, so close to giving in her own building lust. The ache between her thighs was nearly painful, and his stiff cock straining against thin layers wasnt help, but I truly hope so.
Pinned beneath his enticing form, there wasnt much she could do to defend, much less counterattack, but there was no way shed give in to this amateur. Nipples stirred, painfully erect against the metal that barely covered them. If she managed to get up again, or at least get a free hand, shed rip them away. All was permitted in Arena Av Lilla Doden, so long as one kept fighting.
So she stopped trying to free herself from his iron grip, instead raking sharpen nails down his back. Oiled up as he was, she didnt draw blood, but still she left him streaked pink in a mockery of passion. Putting on a good show for your Mistress? I doubt the pampered princess lets you treat her like this, does she? She continued to squirm, rubbing herself against his meat while making the effort to escape. Are you thinking about her, while you wrap your fingers around my throat? Imagining how shed like it if you fucked her howyouactually want? Her hand caressed his skin, trailing back up his back and over his throat, until she could brush fingers against his cheek and lips. Make her jealous, and use me how you want to use her. Unlike the princess, I can take it.
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"Can you?" Quentin replied, stubbornly ignoring the delicious sensations of Shrikee's steel-sheathed fingers exploring her lips. Of her ripe, muscled form moving against his. "She appreciates a firm hand. Do you really think you can take it?" He stared down at her for a moment, looking into her warm, brown eyes and appreciating the heat of her body against his aching cock. Then, unexpectedly, his head darted downwards and his teeth fastened in the skin of her shoulder. He bit hard, hard enough to leave a bruise, and her sharp cry of pleasure was proof of how much the implants made her enjoy the sensation.
"What do you know about how Madame Cordfay fucks?" he growled against her skin, sliding a hand over her full breast to tear away one golden nipple cover. With an evil grin he bit her again, gripping the erect flesh of her nipple and twisting it savagely. Her cry of ecstasy echoed from the arena walls. "Do you think she's soft? That she wants only gentle caresses, simply because she is wealthy?" He squeezed the nipple harder and pulled, bruising her throat with his teeth as he did.
Shifting he weight, he tore away the other nipple cover and then rose and dropped his knee into her stomach once more. Her shoulders came off the floor of the arena and he rose again, rolling her over and pinning her to the ground with his weight once more. "You say you saw the Telerath footage," he growled into her ear, grinding his thick meat against her barely-covered ass. "You know how she fucks, then." Gripping a fistfull of her long blonde hair he pulled backwards, forcing her to stare up at the box Kaydia watched from. "Canyou take it?" He raked the nails of his free hand down her back, leaving welts. "Beg me to use you the way I used her. Beg me to fuck you raw."
Full of surprises indeed, Trinidad agreed as the audience watched with baited breath. I wouldnt have believed an amateur could defeat Shrikee, but it appears he may. A shrug. Still, I suppose that is why I am a Procurator and not a Bookmaker. He watched a moment longer, then looked at Kaydia. Perhaps you would be willing to enter Malachi in more matches, Madame Cordfay? The winnings could be... significant.
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Fuck, she was so close. Shrikee thought she could cum already, and shed never climax from the implants alone. Her need to climax became worse with his fist in her hair and rough ground scraping her erect nipples.
I holding back her pleasure was painful, an alien feeling when all other sensations became bliss. PluhPlease She ground her ass against his cock, barely contained by thin fabric, a last-ditch effort to get him to give in first, before abandoning all pretense of dignity, Fuck me, Malachi! Use mefuck me like a warrior, a conquer, a victor!
Kaydia met Shrikees eyes, letting a gloating smirk cross her lips. In another time, she might have had sympathy for the woman Quentin had pulled the beg for me trick more times than she could count but right now she was too aroused to care about anything but getting off. Finally, she locked eyes with Quentin, sending a suggestion through their bond,Make her scream for you.
While she could probably have gotten off on Quentins sensations, she wanted pleasure. There was a group that had been expecting looking for to, even using her, like she was another offering at the Velvet Hour. How would they take to serving her instead? So, Mr. Trinidad, how do I go about collecting on my bets?
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May I? Trinidad asked, gesturing at her datapad. He took it and examined the screen. Ah, I see. The loser had rented the Dark Room. Merely tell them the time you wish to collect your forfeit, and they will meet you. He handed the tablet back. They must have planned some interesting uses for you - the Dark Room is lightless by design, intended to add mystery and anticipation to ant encounter. He shrugged. After all, one never knows what will happen next.
He tapped a few buttons on a wrist computer. Its perfectly safe, of course. The Dark Room is monitored for signs of genuine distress, and security respond new accordingly. We value our patrons, after all. Now, about my... hm? Shouts of confusion from the audience caught his attention. What? Whats this, now?
Fuck me, Malachi! Use mefuck me like a warrior, a conquer, a victor! Shrikee screamed, grinding her firm ass against his aching dick. Mental discipline or not, the sensation nearly made him cum right then and there. Andfuckif he didnt want to. Turned on as he was, it would be so easy to tear her thin briefs away and bury himself in her as the crowd watched. While Kaydia watched.
Make her scream for you.
Clearly, Kaydia wanted to see it - or, at least feel it - as well. But as he stared down at Shrikee, listening to the crowd howl and Kaydias thought drift through his mind, he had an idea. He was supposed to put on a show, right?
No, he said, pushing away and standing up.
The crowd went silent, watching with a mixture of hunger and confusion. Shrikee stared at him with the same expression, grinding her bare breasts against the sandy ground as she did. The expression turned to one of agonized delight as he wrapped his fist in her long hair and pulled her head up to stare at him. I said, he remarked, trying it to think how good her crimson lips would feel around the erection that strained the fabric of his costume, beg.
He released his grip, letting her drop to the ground once more. Convince me, he told her. Make me believe you want to be taken by the man who beat you, and used like a prize until Im tired of fucking you.
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Crawling on hands and knees, Shrikee played Malachis little game. There was no choice now, not as desire consumed her mind. Distantly, she was aware of her own humiliation, but right now shame folding into her lust, compounding it beyond her ability to resist.
Please, Malachi, she implored, rubbing her body against his toned legs and her pushed herself up to her knees. His scent, perspiration dripping from his skin and precum building in his raging erection, flooded her mind, nearly stealing her words. She wanted to suck him off while she fingered herself until he painted her body in proof of his victory. Let me suck the cock of a champion. Make me wear your triumph on my skin, so everyone here will see that Shrikee, Banshee of the arena, was brought low. Needy fingers tugged at his costume, eager to taste his meat. Please Malachi, Im so wet for you, for this magnificent cock. She brushed her lips against it through the thin cloth, already worshiping at the altar of his manhood.
Kaydia was torn between wanting to watch Quentin use the gladiator and wanting to fuck and relieve the growing tension of watching and feeling his sensations. For the time being, she settled on watching, enjoying the thought of leaving the losers languishing in their lust, until she gave them leave to sate it. "That sounds quite promising. As does having Malachi return to the arena."
Watching with unblinking eyes, she imagined herself on the arena floor with Shrikee and Quentin. Sharing his cock with her and licking his seed off her skin. She would be fun to share with Quentin, riding Shrikees face while Quentin used her cunt, and kissing her husband as they climaxed together, denying their plaything until she was mad with need. Perhaps taking pity on Shrikee, she left the vivid image float down to Quentins mind, testing his resolve.Bet shed look good with your cock in her throat.
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Well, fuck. Kaydia was enjoying herself, wasnt she?She would, wouldnt she?he replied, letting her feel the whisper of the defeated gladiators lips against his cock, and his own barely-restrained hunger.But Im supposed to put on a show, right?
Quentin slapped Shrikee across the face, hard enough to send the blonde sprawling down not her back with an involuntary cry of delight. A champion, he declared, working at his belt and stripping the briefs away, sighing in relief as his erection sprang free, uses his trophy as he sees fit. He straddled her ribs, his weight pressing her back into the sand, his cock brushing her lips as it nestled hot and hard between her breasts. She moaned, her back arching against him as her mouth opened to take him, and he cuffed her again. Let you suck my cock? he laughed, pinching her nipples hard and making her moan.
She opened her mouth again. This time he shifted backwards, smearing precum on her skin as he gripped her throat and slammed her head back into the sand. I dont think you understand, Shrikee -youre not begging to suck me off. He squeezed a little, then released. Youre begging me to fuck your throat, Shrikee. Youre begging me to use you as a fuck doll for my pleasure. He ground his meat against her chest, fingernails biting into her neck. Do it, he hissed. Beg me to fuck you raw, in front of everyone.
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If not for the implants she bore, Malachis harsh treatment of her would have boiled Shrikees blood. Thanks to the implants, however, it just made her wetter, aroused beyond rational thought or dignity. She needed to fuck or get fucked, used by this delicious specimen of athletic prowess. Fuck me! Fuck my mouth and throat, until youve take your pleasure of me. Use my body as you see fit, any and everything you want. Let me serve you as you deserve!
Fuck, but his cock looked so good, twitching between her tits, just out of reach of her mouth. If only she could suck him, she could make him lose control. Perhaps, or perhaps not, for any other man would have lost control already. How did this amateur resist so well? Use me, Malachi! Use this losers body as your fucktoy, until your every lust is sated.
Kaydia sighed, watching with great interest for Quentins next move. Poor Shrikee. The woman likely never met a person as stubborn as her husband, and likely wouldnt ever again. You are almost too good at this. If the Jedi thing doesnt work out, we could make a killing here.She laughed into her wine, seeking the barest relief from the fire that burned between her thighs.Damn, I want to feel how good she sucks you off.
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The urge to fuck himself into Shrikees firm tits until he coated her face with cum was powerful. But Kaydia has made a request, and he wanted to feel her in his mind as she watched him use the blonde gladiator. So he forced himself to stand up, using her hair to drag her into a sitting position as he did. What are you? he demanded.
Your... your fucktoy... she moaned.
Louder! he demand, jerking her hair.
Your fucktoy! She screamed.
With that cry Quentin pushed his length into her mouth, shoving hard until his head battered against her throat. Seizure by a double fist full of her hair he began moving her back and forth on his meat, mastrubating ith her mouth and throat. You like that? he grunted. You like... getting your throat fucked? She grunted something, the words lost on his meat, and her drove himself into her harder. Touch yourself, fucktoy. Show everyone... how much... you love... being used...
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Used by Malachi, there little Shrikee could do but slobber and slather his cock with saliva, making the motion of fucking her mouth and throat that much smoother. Spit drooled from her chin and dripped onto her bare breasts, still raw from being scraped against the rough ground and mercilessly teased and twisted.
His command for her to touch herself was more than welcome, shoving three calloused fingers deep into her dripping snatch. Mimicking his momentum in her mouth, imagining how good he would feel using her cunt. Fuck, suddenly his command presented a problem. She wanted to cum and was already so close. Shed been on edge for quite a while already, and the demanding way he used her mouth only worsened her need. But, with lips stretched over his thick cock, it was impossible to ask permission, and cumming without permission seemed unwise. She didnt often lose, but she still knew well that the loser was subject to the victors every whim.
Kaydia groaned once Quentin finally began fucking Shrikee, feeling the sudden sensation of her wet lips and tight throat squeezing his cock. Fuck, so fucking good. It took an iron will not to touch herself then, Hell, touching herself wouldnt have even been out of character, given how more than half the audience responded to Quentins aggressive use of Shrikee. But she did have a group waiting to tend to her desires now, didnt she? Perhaps it was time to collect.
Picking up her datapad, she sent a message to the loser,Meet me in the dark room in 10 minutes.
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Quentin wrenched her mouth from his cock once more, twisting her long golden hair and forcing her back. It was an act of will he wasn't certain he was capable of, not as desperately as he wanted to empty himself into her throat in front of the lust-drenched crowd. But, damn it, if he was going to put on a show he was going toput on a show. So he used her hair as a handle, forcing her to turn and roll onto her belly. Then he crouched down, tearing away the brief garment she wore around her hips. "I couldn't hear you," he said, pressing her body down into the sand. "You're not very good about proclaiming your love of being used like my fucktoy."
Gripping her hips with one hand, using the other to press her cheek into the sand, he pushed her ass up into the air. She was shaven, he noticed, her lips dripping wtih lust and visible to the audience. "You need to tell them," he snarled, slapping one bare cheek hard enough that the crack echoed around the arena. "As loud as you can, you need to tell them." Another slap, turning the flesh red where he struck. "Tell them!"
He struck again, harder and louder. Then, with a smooth thrust, he drove his cock into her dripping slit. Wet as she was, he felt on resistance as her folds parted around and then gripped his aching, steel-hard meat. "Tell them!" he barked, gripping her gauntleted wrists and using them as handles to pull her back onto his dick as he fucked into her. "Tell them you're my fucktoy! Beg me to fuck you, beg me to use you like my fucktoy!" His cock pistoned into her, his belly slapping into her ass as he jerked her back by her arms. "Tell all of them that Shrikee the Banshee is Malachi Hardin's personal fucktoy, and prove it by cumming on my thick dick while I fuck your brains out!"
Will do,the loser replied.
The room was dark when she arrived, dark and still and warm. The air held a faint odor, something floral and exotic, and a slight breeze moved through the darkness. The inside of the door was padded and velvety, as were the walls, and the floor was soft and yielding beneath Kaydia's feet. "Mistress Cordfay," a deep, husky voice said.
Air stirred as someone or something moved, carrying the faint odor of fresh perspiration and cologne. "Your bodyguard put on quite a show," a second voice said. It was deep, but less deep than the first, and touched with a faint accent that rolled the r-sounds.
"Indeed," said a third, a slightly raspy voice that stretched the syllables. "We had hoped to have you at our mercy, Mistress Cordfay. But now, we are at yours."
"What would you have of us?" the first voice asked. "We are yours, for the agreed upon time."
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Use Ah! Use this filthy fuck toy, Malachi! Fill my cunt with a champions cum! Shrikee screamed, voice raw. With her belly pressed into the rough ground and her back bent against his grip on her arms, it was damn difficult to fuck back against him as she wanted. As she needed. Instead, she struggled against his use of her, pulsing channel swallowing his meat in a rhythmic wet slap.
Im Yours! Youryour fucktoy She grunted, watching the crowd watch her defeat with hungry eyes. Just ajust a slut, for you to enjoy. A slut that enjoys this thick dick.
His demand that she cum was delightful, a sweet mercy in an arena where there was little mercy to be found. Or perhaps more torment, because her slit seized and convulsed in terrible bliss, and he didnt give her any respite. Not once did his cock slow as she rippled over his shaft, dragging out maddening bliss that humiliated her in her sheer ecstasy. Thoughts and words dissolved into animal cries of lust, reducing her into naught but a bitch in heat, desperate for more cock.
If she had wanted, she could have seen them through the force. Known every detail even better than if shed seen them with her eyes. But she decided against it. Nothing knowing added a delicious thrill to the entire experience. A touch of nihilism she hadnt craved since meeting Quentin, just fucking four strangers without a care or concern.
I would have The words caught as she felt Quentin pound Shrikees dripping cunt through their bond, and her own dripping cunt clenched in envy. pleasure. She leaned back into one man, his chest firm as he supported her weight. Groping for his hands, she guided them toward her waist, inviting and encouraging him to caress her bare skin and underdress her. He was hard against her ass, straining his pants with his need, but she didnt not permit him to relieve that pressure. Quentins dominant had inspired her as well. Undress me, and worship my body. All those lovely curves you had looked forward to using.
Her top came off and another set of hands was cupping her breasts now. A mans hands, though soft, and well cared for. Not a man used to working with his hands. His hands were soft and her nipples were hard, leaving Kaydia trembling at the delectable contrast.
The air before her displaced, and a third set of hands worked down her tight slacks. Soft hands again, and Kaydia thought perhaps these were a womans. She couldnt tell for sure, however, and didnt care to find out too quickly. The mystery was too arousing as it were. Now one set of lips kissed and bit her shoulders, while another teased her mouth, hot tongue brushing over her own lips in a teasing, tempting supplication. Yet another mouth kissed down her abs, working lower as her panties slid down.
She had detected in the force there were four heart beats in the room, but still she could only confirm three people exploring and adoring her body. Curious, she let herself melt into their attention for now. Shed have all of them, eventually.
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Quentin pulled out with a jerk as he felt his opponent clench around him, deciding - barely - to give the audience one more show. He heard Shrikee moan in sudden disappointment as he left her suddenly empty, left her on the edge of climax but not quite there. Then he stroked his aching meat across her ass once, giving in to his own pleasure. He gasped as he jerked in orgasm, watching the pearly stream of his cum arc in the air and splatter across her back. He continued pumping himself into the valley of her ass, gasping as his seed coated her skin and dripped down her waist and thighs. Finally, legs wobbly from release, he shoved her down into the sand as he pushed himself upright.
"Getyourselfoff," he said, letting the last of his cum drip onto her skin from his softening cock. "You'll need to be a better opponent, before I'll let you get off on me."
With that, as the crowd howled and roared in delight, he strode across the arena floor towards his dressing room.
The unseen hands worked the last of Kaydia's clothes off, stroking and exploring her bare skin in the darkness. Lips and a tongue ghosted over the slick lips of her pussy, teasing her without entering her. Another mouth traced the curve of her ass, as two pairs of hands caressed her bare thighs. Soft lips, tasting of brandy and sugar, tasted her mouth before opening to allow her tongue to explore in turn. More hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing and stroking as a hard body pressed against her back and a hot, hard cock pulsed gently against her ass.
The hands lifted gently, encouraging her to go spread her thighs and sink to her knees. Hot breath washed across her slit, and soft, strong hands gripped her thighs. As a tongue parted her folds and gently explored her inner walls, the figure behind her pushed gently, encouraging her to rest her weight on her hands. Different lips tasted hers, lips flavored with lavender and honey, before the unseen face beneath hers slid lower. The figure arched as her lips closed around one of Kaydia's nipples, offering soft ripe breasts of her own as the unseen womain suckled her. Then a second mouth joined the one exploring her cunt, a mouth pressing up against her from behind as two tongues joined in sampling her juices and exploring her depths.
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Covered in sweat, dirt, and now, the seed of the victor, Shrikee was left utterly humiliated by the newcomer. Left to writhe for the arena audience, three fingers stuffed into her cunt, seeking a semblance of the orgasm shed been denied. Malachi was a worthy opponent, and she looked forward to the next time shed face him in the arena.
Kaydia let herself melt into the pleasure of the room, savoring the attention from the four shadowy strangers. Nearly impossible to discern whose hands caressed her ass or held her hips. Which lips sucked on her breasts or tasted her cunt. Didnt matter. After watching and feeling Quentins match, she was ready to get off, and shed use everyone in this room to do so.
So She tastes the breasts before her, imaging Shrikees perky tits as she did. The gladiator had been fucking hot, and felt amazing around Quentins cock, and Kaydia found herself wanted to go a round or two with her. The thought of it, combined with Quentins last teasing act, sent ripples of bliss through her body, trembling against her unseen paramours.
Fuck me, she gasped, biting on the nearest nipple. A sweet voice yelped, but didnt stop lick her own breasts. Meanwhile, the ones who had eaten her out shifted, sliding against her smooth skin to better align their bodies to hers. In the dark room, they required a lot of touching, hands and skin rubbing against each others, to find the right position.
Now she kissed another set of lips, lips that tasted of her desire, while an unseen cock teased her cunt. The head parted her slippery lips, brushing back and forth but not entering her yet. Another cock also brushed her dripping lips, and for a moment, Kaydia was concerned (or hopeful?) that they both might try to fuck the same hole. But after a moment of teasing, one cock slide back, swearing her juices against the puckered ring of muscles, before pushing in, slow and steady. Once he filled her, the once beneath pulled her down his shaft as well.
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The unseen bodies around and within Kaydia shifted and moved, laying her back across a broad, bare muscular chest. Unseen lips hovered near her ear as her head hung down over a hard shoulder, nipping at her love. The hips beneath her rose and fell, moving a thick shaft within her ass, pushing her up and driving her deep onto the cock of the unseen man that drove slow, deep thrusts into her dripping cunt. Then a third cock brushed her lips, leaving a film of precum as a gentle thumb parted her mouth and encouraged her to accept his length.
The Dark Room remained silent, save for the wet sounds of flesh moving against flesh and the gasps and grunts of pleasure uttered by the men fuckng Kaydia. Hands slid over her hips, her stomach and breasts, her throat and face, exploring and caressing her flesh. Someone pulled at her hair, encouraging her to lean her head back further and take the cock deeper into her throat. The man in her cunt angled as if leaning back, his shaft moving and pressing harder against her clit as he stroked within n her.
Something else slid over her slit, then began to push inside. A firm, yielding rod of some sort, coated with a slick layer of lubricating gel. It joined the cock within her, stretching her walls, and then new hands moved over her as soft thighs straddled her hips and weight sank down the rod. The woman, from the feel of her generous hips and breasts as she leaned forward, riding the dildo and fucking it into the Jedis overstuffed cunt.
The womans lips found her breasts, suckling and nipping at the tender skin. Cum for us, her sultry voice moaned, shockingly loud in the silence. Cum for us.
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Who used who, and who was used? The question hardly needed answering, as pleasure became the dominant sensation, shared and savored among the anonymous occupants of the dark room. Cock filled her body and pleasure filled her mind, leaving no room for rational thoughts or concerns. Fuck, it was agonizing and it was amazing and each heartbeat brought her closer to that moment where too much and not enough met.
Once Kaydia succumbed, it didnt take much more for her lovers to follow suit. Filling an already full cunt with copious cum, spilling out with each thrust that tried to pump more in her. More saturated her ass and throat, locked balls deep into her body, partaking of bliss and offering it freely.
Covered in the climax of her companions, Kaydia staggered out of the room, taking advantage of the available fresher units, for the patrons. A simple, functional model, though she took note of the more elaborate setups, for the clients interested in slippery scenarios. She did enjoy taking Quentin while dripping wet.
While she cleaned herself off, Kaydia reached for her husband through the force.Damn, you were fucking hot today. I doubt there was a dry pair of panties in that entire arena.To emphasize this point, Kaydia fingered herself, sending the sensation of her soaking snatch through their bond.You were so damn hot, they want you to come back for another round. Thought Id check with you first, before offering you up again.
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Quentin was in the fresher, cleaning oil and cum from his skin when Kaydias thoughts joined him. Memories of Shrikee desperately beggars by him to fuck her her had mingled with the distant sensations of Kaydias climax and the after-bout invitations hed received to leave him pleasantly aroused. But now? Well, the ghostly sensation of her slit slippery around his fingers shot straight through his cock.Damn, you were fucking hot today,she told him,I doubt there was a dry pair of panties in that entire arena.
Gasping at the feel of her, he braced himself against the wall with one hand.Really?he replied, opening his sensations to her. Letting her feel the needles of hot water striking his chest and back and dripped down his skin.I mean,he added, letting her feel his own hand moving up and down his cock,I did get more than one offer to use one or more of the audience the way I used my opponent. With or without you present.
In response he felt her fingers enter her snatch, and he let out a moan at the feel of her juices and anonymous cum dripping down her hand.You were so damn hot,she informed him,they want you to come back for another round.
Really?. He wanted it to sound playful and speculative, but it came out hungry and eager. Because it had been fucking hot, and the memory of taking Shrikee on the arena floor while she begged to be fucked and Kaydia and the audience watched made his hand move harder and aster on his dick.
Thought Id check with you first, before offering you up again.. There was no missing the same heat and hunger in Kaydias thoughts, or the feel of the second and third finger that moved in her well-used slit in parallel with his own hand on his rigid meat.
Well,he managed with some amusement,it would give us an excuse to hang around for a while.... Then, finding it hard to think clearly as he mastrubated, he let his thoughts linger on the sight and feel of Shrikee as hed fucked her face. Let his wife feel his memories of the heat of the blonds mouth and the friction of his hand on his cock as he stroked harder and faster. Let her feel the slick ca heat of the gladiators cunt as hed used and humiliated her, let her...
He cried aloud as he climaxed, his hand pumping up and down his pulsing cock as he lost himself in pleasure. Staring blindly upwards, he felt the water lash his skin and Kaydias hands on her body, and heard his grunts of pleasure and his seed splattering the fresher wall. Sagging against the tile, he felt the last of his cum drip over his hand as his cck slowly softened.Hurry back.
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Even after the pleasure of the dark room, Kaydia moaned form the memories Quentin shared with her. Already shed wanted to fuck the blonde gladiator and feeling her through her bond with Quentin was not helping. Now, she imagined taking Shrikee with her husband, fucking her at the same time as Quentin, and experiencing his sensations as she did. That fantasy, of the gladiator squeezed between them as they used her for their own pleasure, that tight, firm body squeezing them in turn, drove her over the edge, echoes of Quentins climax shuddering through her.
Shrikee sighed, trying to enjoy the heat of the shower on aching muscles. The pleasure weapons didnt hurt, but the fights stilled exerted her. Not to mention the frustration Malachi left her with. Dammit, how could a new comer be so good at this, already? How did he already know how to compartmentalize his sensations like that, to resist his pleasure so? Was his Madame Cordfay that much of a ball-breaker?
She must have been, Shrikee decided, remembering how he performed for her, specifically. He gripped her by the hair and make her look at his mistress, making an offering of his vanquished foe. She had to get a rematch, she just had to. Humiliate the man before his mistress. Fuck him, while staring into her eyes, and feast on her jealousy.
Fuck, if she wasnt getting wet again, but shed be damned if she were going to masturbate again. No, she needed something hard in her. And she knew just where to find it.
Kaydia found herself disappointed that Quentin was dressed by the time she reached his dressing room. And not in that delicious little arena number, either.Think they will let you borrow a couple of these weapons?Kaydia asked, running fingers down the blade hed used earlier.You know, so you can practice before putting on another match. Visions of the sparring they already practiced on a regular basis arrived at the forefront of her mind, but which the pleasure weapons instead, seeking to drive each other made with need as they strained and writhed against one another.Its really too bad I cant join you in the arena as your partner.
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Quentins legs shook as he finished his shower, and his whole body ached by the time he finished drying off. The pleasure fields altered the nature of the sensory input, but they did nothing about the fatigue and soreness that came from the exertions in the arena. Or, for that matter, about the pace n from the various bruises and scrapes hed accrued in the fight. Shrikee had been afarmore skilled opponent than hed expected and her fighting style, although it would have gotten her killed in a real fight, was well adapted to the demands of the arena.
His back twinged, driving away further thoughts of the blonde Amazon. Instead, he cleared his mind and began a series of stretches hed learned as a child, working out kinks until he could move freely once more. It wasnt as pleasant as a massage, but it was more effective. Finally, sore but able to move, he got himself dressed.
The door hissed open as he finished buttoning his shirt. Kaydia, from her scent and her presence in the Force. He listened to her cross the room, then cocked his head curiously as she stopped.Think they will let you borrow a couple of these weapons?
Well.Thatthought went right through him, hard enough that he suddenly had to adjust too-tight trousers.They might,he allowed, turning to find her slowly stroking the blade hed used in the arena. The sudden image of his wife wielding one as the sparred and how good the sex would becafterwards, flickered through his mind.
You know,she continued, still stroking the blade,so you can practice before putting on another match.. And fuck, she was imagining it too. He could feel it.Its really too bad I cant join you in the arena as your partner.
Slowly crossing the room, he shrugged off an urge to take her then and there. To push her against the weapon rack and let her feel cool steel against bare skin as he fucked her deep and hard. Instead, he lifted a sword from the rack. They really are remarkable, he said. Although, without either the matching implants or feedback attachments, theyre blunt clubs of steel. He grimaced slightly, showing a bruise on his forearm. And you can still get hurt.
He made a pass with the blade. Still, youve been making great progress in your weapon training, he continued, enjoying her reaction to his words. Maybe youd like to try a practice bout or two, now that youve seen them in action? He paused, just a moment. I can promise you Ill take it easy on you.
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All sorts of fun ideas filled Kaydias mind, feed by the fantasies she sensed from Quentin. Teasing with pleasure weapons while they enjoyed one another. Mixing cool steel with heated flesh. Sparring that turns into wrestling until one of them is pinned down, forced to submit to the desires of the winner.
Maybe youd like to try a practice bout or two, now that youve seen them in action? He paused, just a moment. I can promise you Ill take it easy on you.
Oh, will you now? Kaydia asked, emphasizing the provocation in her voice. Clearly, it was for any possible voyeurs, since, like all of the areas of the Velvet Hour, his room was likely being recorded. There was a time when he was better than her with a blade, but, over the course of their marriage, shed caught up to his skill. Nowadays, their sparring lasted until neither could resist, and they tore each others clothes off in a mad need to occupy the same body. That was likely why Quentin proved so adept in the arena.
Kaydia picked up a blade, getting a feel for its weight by swinging it by her wrist. Solid, heavier than her saber by a kilo or two. I cant promise I will be easy on you, in return, she teased, taking up a fighting stance. Especially not if I win.
Before he was ready, she darted in to strike.
The dull ring of steel on steel caught Shrikees attention, and she peered into the dressing room. The sight before her was a shock. Madame Cordfay, pressing back Malachis advance. The thought that the businesswoman could not only match her head of security, but counter him as well? Unthinkable. Who was she, really? Who were they? Nothing added up.
His style emphasized counter attacks and parries, using the opponents momentum against them. An advanced style, requiring decades of experience to wield effectively. Or the enhanced reflexes of a Jedi. Her style mixed weapon strikes with close quarter combat maneuvers, following up each strike with a secondary attack that was nearly impossible to avoid. Together, their attacks and dodges were an impeccably choreographed dance, moving in impossible precision and coordination. A conversation without words, just the witty repartee of parries and feints and the banter of deadlocks and grapples.
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Quentin gasped as Kaydias blade struck his arm, numbing his fingers for a second and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He hadnt seen that feint coming, and now hed be short a forearm if this had been a saber duel. It wasnt, though, and now he was even more aroused. Which made remaining open to the Force more difficult - not that it helped all that much. He keptwantingto take a hit, which made the split-second precognition of a duel a double-edged sword.
Kaydia came in low and then thrust high. This time he was ready, catching and angling her blade away with a screech of steel on steel. His blade whispered along hers as he drove his point into her breastbone with bruising force, and her moan mingled with the taste of the arousal that flar d in her mind. Before she could recover he stepped to her side, dragging the steel along the line of her ribs. Then her again know impacted the pit of his stomach, making his cock throb painfully. She spun and he grabbed her wrist, immobilizing her arm before she could bring her sword into play. When she did the same to him, he used his greater mass to slam her hard into the weapon rack that covered the wall.
Ready to yield, Nyamelo? he growled, gasping in pleasure as he slammed his forehead into hers. He hoped she wasnt. Theyd had rough sex before after sparring, and the idea of taking her by force with the sense fear on was intoxicating.
These two arent human!Shrikee thought, biting her lip.They cant be!
Despite how turned on she was, shed gotten lost in watching the duel. By now, she knew, one of them should have been a quivering mass begging to be fucked. Both of them had taken hits that would have wrecked even her own discipline.Both of them!. Malachi she like just about understand - a bodyguard had to be willing to face injury and even death to protect the client, so maybe that gave the mental discipline to endure the pleasure-weapons. Maybe. But Nyamelo Cordfay was just a rich businesswoman and, ball-buster or not, that couldnt give someone that kind of discipline. Could it?
Jedi.
The thought was absurd. Sure, Malachis fighting style reminded her of the few times shed seen footage of a Jedi using a lightsaber. Hell, Nyamelos style did as well. But... surely not. Not the way Malachi had fucked her in the arena. Not the way these two were probably going to fuck any minute now. Surely not. Jedi didntdothat. But... it made sense.
Then the sound of Malachi head butting his employer as he slammed her into a weapon rack caught her attention. Fuck. She wanted tofuck. Either of them. Both of them.
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The impact of Quentins head bashing into hers left Kaydia dizzy, needling at her will power to resist him. She moved into his space, their bodies touching now. Her own blade grazed her shoulder, drawing a shudder from her. Still, she managed to slip her leg between his, hooking her ankle behind his. Tripping him, he landed hard on the floor, and she landed hard on top of him, his cock jabbing her.
She cried out, half disappointed he hadnt impaled her on his shaft, and channeled that frustration into quick punches into his ribs. After a couple connected, he grabbed her wrist and reached for the other. Somehow, she evaded, reaching over him for the blade she dropped when he headbutted her. He bit her breast at that, sending a burning jolt of ecstasy through her nerves.
Refusing to concede, she called the blade to her hand, caressing his cheek with smooth metal. Fuck, his cock throbbed at that, twitching wildly against her thigh. Ready to give up now, Malachi? She cooed, pressing the blade under his chin to make him look into her eyes. As she awaited the answer, she became aware of another heartbeat nearby.
Shit, I think someone is watching us.
Holy shit, Nyamelo was a Jedi! There was no mistaking the way she made the weapon fly into her hand, the same way Jedi were known to do. Was Malachi a Jedi as well? Dammit, why did that thought make them even hotter?
But what would two (or, at the very least, one) Jedi doing here, engaging in erotic gladiatorial combat? And how could she use this information to her benefit?
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Shit. I think someone is watching us.
Kaydias thoughts cut through the pleasant haze of adrenaline and arousal. He was still turned on and horny as hell, and an audience really didnt bother him. But that clearly wasnt what she meant. Somebody waswatching. Someone who might have seen Kaydia call on the Force, or who might be wondering why and how Nyamelo Cordfay was every bit as skilled and disciplined as her bodyguard.Right. Move.
Kaydia rolled left and he rolled right, tapping a wrist control that ordered the security drones onto full alert. If he didnt signal again every 45 seconds, theyd arrive with extreme prejudice. Whos there? he called, opening his senses. The scent and heartbeat sounded familiar. There. Behind the door. Come in. Slowly.
The door opened. Quentin tensed, ready to act, and then... Shrikee?
Clad in a topped top and leggings, the blonde gladiator looked different than she had in the arena. Lesson displayand more real. Far more concerned, he realized as well. No, not concerned.Scared. Uhm... hi? she said nervously, offering a little wave.
Quentin tapped his wrist control, putting the droids back on standby. Why are you here?
Shrikee swallowed nervously, glancing from him to Kaydia and back. I, uhm, I wanted to, you know... Fingers twisted in her hair nervously. I was still, uhm, really wound up. After the match, I mean. And I figured Id come and, well, you know. She made a little gesture. Fuck. Just for fun. But then I saw you two, and...
She fell silent, swallowing nervously as she glanced at Kaydias blade. Only... only Jedi could do that. And, uhm.... A mixture of fear and curiousity flared in her. Why would Jedi be here? And, why...? A vague gesture towards the arena. Why...here?
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Kaydia stood erect, trying to slip into her businesswoman persona, but guarded. Defensive. Shit, had she blown this entire mission in a single stupid moment? Maybe this was the reason the council forbade such relationships between Jedi.
That wasnt important now. Shrikee, and her probing questions, was important. How honest could they be? Kaydia glanced over to Quentin before sighing. We are investigating a possible slave trading ring, operating out of the Velvet Hour.
Shrikee nodded, showing no surprise on her features. I dont know anything specific, but Ive had my suspicions. Then she shook her head, shedding her earlier fear in a light laugh, You two sure do get into character to stay undercover though, dont you?
Kaydia simpered, Not all Jedi follow the rules about celibacy or relationships. But enough do that giving in allows us to better maintain cover.
Well, it sounds like you need someone on the inside then, Shrikee suggested, cocking her body so one hand was on her hip. Maybe we can help each other out.
Do you need help escaping this life? Kaydia placed a gentle hand on Shrikees shoulder, We can get you out, and set up somewhere safe.
Shrikee laughed, Nah, I like doing this, and I am damn good at it. So long as I dont have to go up against a Jedi. She gave Quentin a look. Nah, my problem is that most of my winnings go to my manager. Plus, I could make a lot more money if I was allowed to take clients like an escort, by trading on my gladiatorial fame. So I want Madame Cordfay to buy my contract.
Kaydia blinked twice, before turning toward Quentin. Youre the one that manages our expenses. Can we swing it?
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I.... Quentin hesitated. I dont know. How much would it take?
One point five million dactares, Shrikee said without batting an eye. She smiled at Quentins low whistle of astonishment. You saw it yourself: Im damn good. One of the best in the arenas, so my cintracts worth a lot to my sponsor - 50% of my winnings for the next five years. She cocked her head, staring at Quentin. And you were my first loss in 38 matches. She smiled. So.Canyou swing it?
He considered. Yes... he finally said. Itll put a sizable dent in our various accounts, but yes. He grinned back. Besides. We get 50% of your winnings for 5 years, right?
Shrikee snickered. I thought Jedi were above material possessions?
It was Quentins turn to snicker. Were supposed to be above desires if the flesh as well. And yet...
And yet, Shrikee agreed, eying them both speculatively. Which reminds me, Madame Cordfay - or whatever your name is - icame here to get fucked senseless, because I wasnotsatisfied by that match.
Direct, arent you? Quentin laughed.
Always. So, she looked at Kaydia. Are you open to the idea of letting me ride that cock of his until Im exhausted?
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Ah, you see, that is a problem, Kaydia agreed, words thick as they left her lips, stalking towards Shrikee. The gladiator was taller than her, but that didnt deter her any. I too want to ride that cock until I am exhausted.
But surely Malachi here is up to the challenge? Shrikee breathed, holding her ground, even as their bodies touched.
Oh, I have no doubt about his potency. Hes never let me down, Kaydia assured her, letting Shrikee feel her leer skim her figure. No, I imagine the problem arises from the fact that neither of us would be willing to back down.
That is a fair and accurate assessment. So, how do we decide who gets him first?
Kaydia glanced over at Quentin, smirking darkly. When she turned back towards Shrikee, her lips were already upon the gladiator. The was a moment of hesitation from Shrikee, before she gave in, turning the kiss into a duel of tongues. But this wasnt Kaydias plan, not as she ripped Shrikee away by her long, golden hair and threw her to the ground. Skrikee landed with a gasp, as the fall knocked the air from her lungs. There was no chance to recover before Kaydia was on top of her, wrists pinned over her head and Kaydias knee between her thighs.
Prove to me you are worthy of riding my husbands cock, Kaydia purred, flattening heavy breasts into Shrikees fit form.
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With the implants in place and the rig Nyamelo wore, the jerk to her hair and the heavy impact with the floor just made Shrikee clench with sudden pleasure. Worthy? She echoed, straining her body against the Jedis delicious frame. Then she lashed her head forward, sinking her teeth into Nyamelos throat, reveling in the sudden moan ascpain transmuted into pleasure. Im gonna by to make you watch while I fuck him in front of you. She bit harder, making the woman atop her shudder with h delight. Ill fuck him so hard hell think of me when hes in you.
She jerked her arms, freeing them from Nyamelos grip and catching her long hair. Yanking at it, she twisted and rolled until she was astride the Jedi. You like that, dont you? She growled, tearing the thin fabric of Nyamelos sports bras open and grabbing a fistful of soft breast. You want him ? g of me when he fucks you, dont you? Driving her knee hard into Nyamelos crotch, she bit greedily at the unattended breast. Dont you?
Quentin, meanwhile, took a seat and watched. Its kind of hot, he remarked, idly stroking his rigid cock, watching two women fight for the right to fuck me.
Watching me claim the right to fuck you, you mean, Shrikee snapped.
Oh, I dont know, Quentin laughed. You dont know my wife very well . He paused, savoring the sight of the two entwined women. Yet.
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Ill fuck him so hard hell think of me when hes in you.
Dont flatter yourself, sweetheart, Kaydia snarled, feeling something dark rise up in her. It was an effort to push it down, as turned on as she was. This was the only way you stood a chance of fucking him. I knowdamnwell who hed pick, given a choice. It was that knowledge that brought her back into balance, that confidence that soothed the spike of jealousy that raged in her. Shrikee was hot, and a hell of a fuck, but thats all she was.
If he fucks you, its because I want him to. Because I want to feel that tight pussy pounded on his hard cock.
Wait, you can feel that? Shrikee asked, intrigue written in her eyes. Kaydia smirked, and took advantage of that intrigue, landing a powerful blow in Shrikees gut. Her erotic cry filled the locker room, followed by the dull thud of her body slamming back into the floor. Once more, Kaydia climbed atop her.
Maybe I should hold you down, while he takes you, Kaydia threatened, ripping open Shrikees top in turn. Trap you helpless beneath me while he uses your tight little cunt to get off in. A cheap cocksleeve and cum rag.
1.5 million is hardly cheap, Shrikee challenged, trying again to break free. Her struggle made her muscles ripple in a delightful manner.
Kaydia smirked darkly, dragging the skintight pants Shrikee wore off her lean legs. Then we better get our moneys worth. Rising above, Kaydia tore off her own pants, and straddled the gladiator.
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Oh, you fucking will, Shrikee shot back, bucking her hips up against Nyamelos. The feel of the other womans arousal, slick against her stomach, fed into her own arousal. But maybe hed prefer it if I put you in a hammerlock, held you helpless so he could fuck you. She tore an arm free and hooked her fingers, raking her nails down Nyamelos bare breast and grinning as her captor convulsed in pleasure. You seem the type, She taunted, staring at the livid red scratches. Bet youd get off on him taking you by force, wouldnt you?
Taking advantage of her monentry distraction, she pushed up and bit one of the heavy breasts that swayed above her. He got off on choking me, she growled, driving a fist into Nyaelos stomach. Has he done that to you? Choked you into submission and fucked you like a whore? As Nyamelo gaped for breath, she rolled on top and clamped a strong hand round her throat. It feels like this, She gloated, squeezing and grinding her slit into her prisoners. Somethings missing, though...
Grouping around with her free hand, she seized aknifeand held it up. You ever come on steel before? She taunted, holding it before Nyamelos gaze. Im going to fck you with it, and Im going to leave it in you while I fuck your husband.
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The glint of steel caught Kaydias eyes, transforming unrestrained lust into something else entirely. Something darker, fear mingling with desire, calling upon past trauma. Arousal made balance difficult, nearly impossible. Would have been impossible, if Quentin werent right here, in the same room as them.
The truth was that, despite the way the blade and the threat called up past trauma, she had wanted that. Or, perhaps, because they did, because this was another opportunity to reclaim her power from the memories of helplessness. It wouldnt be the first time Quentin had helped her transform a moment from her past into mutually satisfying scene for them to enjoy. But Quentin was the key aspect there. Quentin, and the force bond they shared, allowing him an intimate degree of mindfulness, while he used sex as a way for her to cope with her inner darkness. Shrikee complicated that dynamic.
Kaydia twisted her head, calling upon a history of hand to hand infighting techniques. The move weakened Shrikees grasp, and Kaydia broke it with a strike to the inside of the gladiators elbow. Kaydia had to pull her blow at the last moment, reminding herself this wasnt real, despite how it felt. The rigs transformed pain into pleasure, but she imagined there was a limit, and, even if there wasnt, a broken arm would be unwelcome. Once more the women rolled together, Kaydia regaining the upper hand, holding the hand that held the blade against the floor.
I am going to let him use you, like the sniveling little slut you are, Kaydia spat, fighting to rein in her fury Thats what you want, isnt it? Her free hand whipped across Shrikees face, driving her head into the hard floor behind them, and then grabbing a fistful of blonde hair before Shrikee could recover. If you beg real nice, maybe Ill fuck you at the same time.
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Quentin started to his feet as Kaydia gained the upper hand, sensing the darkness welling up I. His wife with alarm. Shrikee was playing with Fire, he knew, and she didnt even realize itKaydia...he said, the name flavored with mingledsoftness andcalarm. And arousal, because she washotwhen she was aggressive and possessive.
Kaydia seemed to respond to his arousal, snarling in a dark, lust-fueled fury I am going to let him use you, like the sniveling little slut you are,.
Yes... Shrikee moaned. She could hold out, she knew. Shed taken worse in the arena, after all. But, damn it, tats exactly why shed come here! To find the desperate hunger she felt on Malachis thick dick. Please.... The word became a whimper of need as Nyamelos hand cracked across her face.
Thats what you want, isnt it? her tormented demanded before driving her skull into the floor.
Yes! Shrikee sobbed, feeling an orgasm burn through her as her implants transmuted pain into pleasure. Please, oh, please.... She gasped again, gagging on her scream of ecstasy as Nyamelo jerked her head up by means of a fistfull of hair.
If you beg real nice, Madame Cordfay snarled, maybe Ill fuck you at the same time.
A desperate hunger thriller through the gladiator at those words. Yes! She sobbed. Please, Madame! Use me as your fuck toy! Please, , I want to be your slut! Use me to get yourself off, Madame Cordfa!
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Kaydia lifted Shrikee by the hair, getting them both to their feet. Quentin stood by, his love and concern reaching her through the force. That brought her closer to balance, but what she really needed in this moment was to fuck, long and hard, until ecstasy gave way to exhaustion.
Fist still tight in Shrikees hair, Kaydia took a deep, possessive kiss from Quentin, making the gladiator watch. Then she shoved Shrikee against Quentin, relinquishing her to his grip. I want to see you fuck this bitch hard.I want to feel it,she added in the force, relishing in their bond now.
While Quentin used her, Kaydia found some more implements they play with. A thick double-sided dildo for one, molded with ridges and bumps that would feel delightful inside. There was also a flogger, with dozens of thin leather strips that were knotted at the end. Kaydia picked that one up and tried a few swings, shuddering in delight as she made the throngs whistle against the wind. Lastly, there was a long metal staff, crafted out of the same material as the weapons, and Kaydia sighed as she picked it up, and felt the feedback tingle on her nerves. Tied about a fourth of the way down on each side was a leather strap, which could be used to bind a person. Maybe by the wrists, or the ankles. Even behind the knees, to force their legs spread.
Leaving the toys out, Kaydia took a turn to watch, fucking herself deep on the dildo shed found. Her cunt dripped down the shaft as she stroked it in and out of herself, lubing it in her juices. How shall we use this gladiator weve purchased, love? How should we make her serve our desires?
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Quentin drank deep of Kaydias aggressive kiss, luxuriating in her taste and in the burning hunger cooking through her. Then she broke away, roughly shoving Shrikees bare body against him. I want to see you fuck this bitch hard, his wife growled, while she addedI want to feel itthrough the Force.
Yes, Shrikee moaned, rubbing herself against him as her arms went around his shoulders. Please. Fuck me. Her hands fisted in his shirt, nails scraping over his back as she ground herself against his cock. Use me...
His response was to break her grip roughly and grip her throat, shoving her back into the wall and pinning her there. Oh, I will, he promised, squeezing a little. She gasped and grabbed his wrist, arousal flooding through her as she struggled for breath. Then she uttered a strangled cry as he forced his fingers between her thighs and roughly pinched her clit. Remember, he growled, voice dripping with lust and menace, out came here. Youwantedwhat happens next.
Yes, she moaned, voice thick and rough as he worked his fingers into her dripping folds. Yes...
Spinning her, he forced the gladiator down across a small table and held her there, pressing her face and chest into the plastic as he grabbed a slim whip. Shrikee gasped as he jerked her head up just long enough to wrap the leather around her throat, then he drove her back against the table as he pulled her wrists behind her back and bound them. Whose are you? he demanded, rubbing his aching meat against her ass.
Yours, she moaned.
He gripped her hips, roughly driving his cock into her and gasping no as he found her so wet that he met no resistance. Reaching up he grabbed the whip, dragging her head off the table and jerking her back against his cock as he began slamming into her. Youre mine, he snarled.
Yes, she gasped, the word indistinct as the leather constructed her throat.
He drove into her harder, feeling her slick walls clench on his shaft as her ass slammed into his stomach. Just a little slut, arent you? he gasped, slapping her ass hard. Just a little slut, desperate to be fucked good and hard. He slapped again, leaving a hand print on her flesh. Arent you?
Yes! Shrikee shrieked, tightening in his meat. YES!
He slapped again and jerked on the whip, pulling her back nearly against his chest. Dont you fucking cum! he snapped in her ear, roughly squeezing a heavy breast as he pounded into her. Dont you dare fucking cum until Itellyou to cum!
As the gladiator whimpered her agreement Quentin looked over at his wife, watching her fuck herself in her toy in time with his movements in Shrikee. You ant some of her? he asked, gripping Shrikees ass and squeezing. You want this sluts cunt, while I fuck her ass raw?
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Dammit, Quentin looked so hot right now, standing over Shrikee like a proud champion claiming his prize. Hot enough that Kaydia wished she were on his cock now, the dildo a poor substitution, but fucking Shrikee at the same time would be the next best solution. Hungry eyes never left his as she nodded, fitting the toy deep inside of herself.
Quentin was still fucking Shrikee as Kaydia approached. Her fingers dug into Shrikees cheeks, gripping her face. Maybe we should both fuck your cunt, huh slut? Bet youd like that, if we wrecked your fucking pussy. The words were hot on Shrikees face, the gladiator unable to speak from the pleasure Quentin pounded into her. Lucky fucking cunt.
Kaydia stroked the dildo sticking out of her, lubing it in her own lust, While Quentin pulled out of Shrikee. He lifted her with ease, (fuck if his arms didnt look damn good, flexing as he did), holding her up with strong hands under her knees. Kaydia took her time now, teasing Shrikee by rubbing the head of the phallus along the opening. How bad do you want it?
Please, Madame Cordfay, Plea Her pleas were cut off by the sound of Kaydias hand whipping across her face, and, by the way she arched against Quentins chest, Kaydia wondered if she hadnt cum.
Mistress. Beg your mistress to fuck your sluts cunt.
Please, the word sobbed out, dripping from Shrikees lips the way her juices dripped from her slit, please fuck me, Mistress. She shuddered, and, without warning, Kaydia shoved the toy into Shrikee to the hilt. Kaydia found herself groaning at the way the pressure of Shrikees barrier forced even more inside herself, and the way that delicious sting of pain morph into more pleasure. Their breasts pressed into one anothers as Kaydia pulled Shrikee even closer, deep hard stroke that took as much from the gladiator as they gave. Her hands gripped Shrikees firm ass, spreading those cheek wide open so Quentin could enjoy her too. Though another thought occurred to Kaydia.
Tell me love, do you want to fuck this slut in her ass while I use her, Kaydia started, meeting his gaze over Shrikees shoulder, or do you want to fuck mine?
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Please, Shrikee moaned, gasping as the dildo stretched her. Oh, please... fuck my ass. A stinging slap from Kaydia left her moaning in an ecstasy of lust, clenching hard around the unyielding plastic in her cunt. Master! Please, Master, fuck your sluts ass!
Grinning, enjoying the show, Quentin let Shrikee drop into the table - driving her harder onto the dildo and driving it harder into Kaydia in turn. What did you say? he asked, stroking his hand over her bare flank and thigh where it gripped Kaydias hip. I didnt hear you.
Fuck me, master! Shrikee moaned. Use your sluts ass to get yourself off!
Quentin picked up a bottle of lube, holding it up so Shrikee could see it as he stood behind Kaydia. He opened it deliberately, enjoying the desperate hunger in the gladiators eyes as Kaydia fucked herself on her. Again.
Fuck your sluts ass, Master, Shrikee moaned, the muscles in her thighs and calves flexing as she gripped Kaydia, arching her back to take more of the dildo and fuck it back into her. Please!
I plan to, he answered, meeting her eyes as he turned the bottle over. I plan to. The lube spurted from the bottle to land on Kaydias back. Blood warm and thick, it flowed along her spine and down the cleft of her ass, slicking Shrikees calves and causing her to lose her grip. Seizure by Kaydias life by hair, dyed black as part of her Nyamelo Cordfay identity, he shoved her roughly forward onto Shrikees bound form. His cock slipped and slid against her slick ass and then, with a single rough thrust, he forced the whole length through the tight ring of her sphincter.
What do you think, slut? he growled, using Kaydias hair to drag her ear to his lips. Should I use this tight ass the way youre using our new toy? He rocked his hips, feeling lube drip down his belly as he slammed into her. Should I fuck you rough and hard, the way youre fucking her?
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Kaydia didnt hide the smug smile that crossed her lips as Quentin moved behind her, making a show of choosing her over Shrikee. That is, until her smirk became a gasp, Quentin taking advantage of the lubing effect of the conductive oil to fuck her in her ass. It should have hurt, and, based on the pleasure that burst within her mind, it would have hurt tremulously, without the oil.
Should I use this tight ass the way youre using our new toy?
Words were difficult, with Quentin so deep inside her, fighting the thick phallus for space inside her. Puhplease, she whimpered, breath ragged as bliss stole her sense. Quentin rocked her body into Shrikees once more.
Should I fuck you rough and hard, the way youre fucking her?
Yes! She howled, sending him the exquisite sensation filling both of her tight holes. She met his thrusts, torn between fucking herself hard on the dildo inside Shrikee and fucking herself hard on her husbands cock. Quentin robbed her of the need to choose, shoving her even deeper into their gladiator. From this position, her back pressed tight against his chest, and his head on her shoulder, he could watch her fuck Shrikee.
The gladiator, for her part, used her legs to pull Malachi even deeper into Nyamelo, using his strokes to to fuck the dildo deeper into both of them. Damn if it werent quick, but Kaydia felt herself respond to the harsh fucking devouring the lust filling Quentins mind and her own, like her own taut stretched orifices. Fuck, ImImfuck, so close The word escaped in gasps, digging her nails into Shrikees hips as she held the gladiator down to get fucked. But Shrikee ground against her pulsing clit, sending Kaydia over the edge in a rigid, trembling stance.
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Quentin kept going, driving his dick hard and fast into Kaydias ass as she screamed in orgasm. He could feel the dildo against his cock, hard and separated by thin walls of flesh, feel it battering against Kaydias barrier and driving hard work to Shrikee. With a feral grin he reached forward, gripping the gladiators hips. When he moved now, it was as if Kaydias whole body was an extension of his meat, cocking the blonde wasnt man with a brutal force. She didnt last long, skin flushing and body arching as she howled a wordless cry of ecstasy into the room.
Fuck... Kaydia... Quentin gasped, cupping her breasts and pulling her back against his chest. His lips found hers, his kiss awkward and desperate and hungry at this angle. I.... The words dissolved into an agonized groan of pleasure as his orgasm filled her mind and body.
Wow, Shrikee groaned as she watched him cum. Her leg moved, stroking over Nyamelos hip and Malachis right ass. The movement reminded her of the toy buried in her own well-used cunt. Next time, though... I want to watch you watching him cum in me.
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Well, Kaydia growled, pulling Shrikee up by her hair, If you want him to fuck you, youre going to have to do something about it. Kaydia took a kiss from the gladiator, squeezing their breasts together. A string of saliva connected their lips when the kiss broke, and Kaydia dragged Shrikee down to her knees. Both women kneeled before Quentin, pressed against each other.
Clean him off, Kaydia whispered into Shrikees ear, before biting on her earlobe. She demonstrated her meaning by licking the length of her husbands softening shaft. One of her hands stroked Quentin lazily, and the trailed down the gladiators golden skin. Between her thighs now, pushing three slender fingers into Shrikees cunt. If you cum before you finish cleaning him off, you will be punished. With Quentins seed on her tongue, Kaydia took another kiss from Shrikee. I so hope I get to punish you.
Shrikee smirked, before gripping Quentin, with a firm fist. Her first move was to swallow as much of his cock as fit in her mouth, tongue exploring him as he grew hard again. Her grasp did not relent as her head bobbed up and down, pressed into her hand each time.
Kaydia twisted her fingers inside Shrikee, tempting her with disobedience, but Shrikee didnt stop sliding over Quentins cock. Only moans were added, vibrating over his skin as she sucked. Kaydia was finally able to break her rhythm when she prodded Shrikees clit, drawing a sharp gasp from the gladiator. Kaydia took advantage of the moment to swallow Quentins cock, taking him to the base for a moment before relinquishing him. Somewhat, her tongue still traced his throbbing veins.
Let me know when youre ready to fuck our new toy, Kaydia offered, before taking his balls in her mouth.
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Oh, Im in no hurry, Quentin assured her, sinking into a chair as Kaydias met mouth teased one of his balls. Which he wasnt. Watching and feeling two gorgeous women sensuously fight over his cock was a thing to enjoy, after all. Not to rush through.
Shrikee crouched low, capturing his other testacle with her lips. As she sucked gently her hand continued stroked by his shaft, moving enough to allow Kaydias tongue to explore him and then use her saliva to lubricate her grip. Her free hand found Kaydias thigh, nails digging into her skin as she worked upwards. What if you cum first? she replied, fingers stroking Kaydias slit. Two fingers pushed in with a wet sound, thrusting deep and scraping along her sensitive inner walls. I know you like it rough, she added, her own cunt still aching from the savage way the dark-haired Jedi had fucked her. Then she moaned as Nyamelo stepped up the pace, thumbnail scraping against her clit.
Do you? Quentin asked.
Shrikee offered a feral grin, baring her teeth. I like fucking rough, she growled, nipping at the velvety skin of his hardening dick, as much as I like a rough fucking. Her tongue slid over Nyamelos as she tasted the underside of his cock. So Ill be disappointed if you dont do me as hard as she did.
Any answer he might have made was lost as both Kaydia and Shrikee found his head at the same time. The lips of the two women met, tongues playing over the sensitive tip as they kissed hungrily around his head. I thought no, he said, that I can rise to th occasion.
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I think hes are enjoying this way too much, Kaydia teased, Pushing herself upright to rub her tits over Quentins cock. Shrikee joined her, pressing her body against Kaydias back, and leaning over Kaydias shoulder to reach Quentins cock with her mouth. Both woman moved together, Kaydia massaging his dick with her breasts, Shrikee sucking his head. Her saliva drooled down his shaft, slickening the valley of Kaydias cleavage, so she could move even faster over his shaft.
Maybe, we should punish him, if he cums likes this, Kaydia threatened, holding his gaze.
I like the sound of that, Shrikee purred, running her tongue over the ridge of his head. How should we punish him?
Kaydia Pulled Shrikee into a kiss, not stopping her momentum against Quentin. We Should use this strong body together. Get ourselves off on him. Both woman licked him together, long, wet strokes.
Bet you want that, dont you? Shrikee asked, molding her body to Kaydias. Her hands went around Kaydias body, getting a grip on Kaydias breasts and teasing her nipples. Bet you want to be a fuck toy for us, dont you?
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Quentin gripped the arms of the chair, alternating between watching with eager hunger as the two women shared his cock and closing his eyes when it became too much. Not that closing his eyes helped, not really. It didnt let him escape the feeling of Kaydias breasts, sliding close with Shrikees spit, squeezed his meat as she slid herself up and down on him. Nor did it hide the way the two women explored and kissed one another all while keeping up their minustratiins. And it certainly didnt shut out the sound of their erotic plans for him.
Bet you like that, Shrikee teases, cupping Kaydias breasts and squeezing them tighter around his duck.
I... oh, fuck... Quentin gasped. Shrikee was grinding her body against Kaydia, staring into his eyes as she but at Kaydias neck and back.
Bet you want to be a fuck toy for us, dont you? she added, squeezing harder and craning her head around to take a look Beg, lingering kiss from his wifes lips.
Quentin knew he could have held out longer, if he wanted to. But, to be honest, he didnt really want to. He was rock hard and aching from their attentions, and the penalty they had proposed some need like too much fun to resist. So he gave in to his building climax, fingers white-knuckling on the arms of the chair as his release washed through him. Gasping in pleasure, he watched his cum spray out, painting Shrikees and Kaydias faces and Kaydias throat and breasts with pearlescent streaks.
Shrikees hands slid up Kaydias breasts, smearing cum over her skin as she leaned in to taste his seed on her lips. Fuck, he tastes good on you, she breathed, licking a droplet from her chin. Smirking up at Quentin, she lingered over Kayduas lips once more. I want to ride that thick dick, she breathed. And I want to watch you ride his face till you cum.
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Kaydia took a kiss from Shrikee, tasting a drop of Quentins pleasure that yet clung to her lips. Well, well need to get him hard for all that. But I do have a plan. She rose at that, rising over Quentin with mischief in her eyes. Straddling him, she brushed cum slick breasts against his chest, squeezing them against him to reach something behind him. Their lips met, hungry for one another, but Kaydia broke the kiss quickly, gripping her husband by his hair.
She lifted him from the chair and threw him to the ground, where Shrikee waited to hold him down. By now, he could see the flogger she gripped in her hand. Climbing over his face, she sank down, pressing dripping lips against his face. Before he could begin to satisfy her, she struck his chest with the flogger. Strong muscles rippled and bunched against her strike, and Kaydia swung again, savoring the pleasure that flash in his mind with each impact.
Shrikee ground herself against his once again hardening cock, planting hot kisses on the red marks the flogger left. Licking the last remnants of his seed form his chest, before moving to let Kaydia strike him again. After a couple more hits, he was hard enough to mount.
Fuck, this cock feels fucking good, Shrikee groaned, shuddering as she sank down on him. Really wish I would have won earlier. Kaydia swung the whip again, and Shrikee gasped as he thrust up into in response, clench as he pressed into her cervix. Raking nails down his chest, she smiled over at Kaydia. Whip him some more.
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There was a thrill of pleasure as Kaydias fingers twisted in his hair and threw him to the ground, the sensation of pain twisted and altered by the harness he wore. Shrikee pinned him in place, and he had a quick view of his wife picking up the flogger before she straddled his face, lowering her slick cunt to his lips. Then he gasped, body arching as the leather of the flogger lashed across his stomach and chest. Desperately he gripped her hips, feeling the smooth muscle of her ass as he opened his mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her.
A slick tongue traced the welts he could feel as a stinging pleasure and a hard body slid against his stiffening cock, causing him to groan into Kaydias slit as he caressed her inner walls. Then the lash struck again, causing him to cry out and break the rhythm of his tongue on his wife. The pattern repeated, soft teasing and sharp spikes of ecstasy until he was rock hard. Only then did he feel the slick heat of a tight cunt swallowing his meat. Fuck, this cock feels fucking good, Shrikee groaned, clenching around him. Really wish I would have won earlier.
The lash struck again and he jerked, driving his cock up into the blond gladiator. She gasped and shifted, and he felt a dragging pleasure as her nails raked his skin. Whip him some more.
Quentin moaned into Kaydias cunt, working his tongue in and out of her like a flexible chick, the sound alternating with sharp cries as the lash struck again. In response he dug his nails into his wifes ass, hard enough to leave crescent bruises and draw a sharp gasp from her in response. The lash struck again, and judging by Shrikees gasp and the way she pulled around him, Kaydia must not have been too discriminating about who she struck.
Grinning, he opened his mind so that Zaydia could feel his sensations.Did she feel this good, he asked,when you fucked her? Did she taste as good as you do? As he asked, he let her feel the burning pleasure across his chest, and the wet grip on his dick as Shrikee rode him, and the feel of her juices dripping down his cheeks and chin and pooling in the hollow of his throat. Do you want to feel me cum in her? Do you want to feel me empty myself into her cunt?
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Kaydia brought down the whip again, a lazy strike while she pulsed around Quentins tongue, and felt through Quentin Shrikee pulse around his cock. Overwhelming sensations that made it tempting to succumb to orgasm, despite how she might have wanted to resist. To hold out until she felt Quentins climax, the one he taunted her about in their bond.Fuck yes, love. Flood her with your pleasure
Kaydia turned the flogger around and used it to tease Shrikee. The knotted handled brushed the gladiators mound, pressed right into her erect clit. Shrikee squirmed, writhed, and through Quentins sensations, Kaydia could feel her tighten on his aching cock. Kaydia moaned out in response, moaning out from Quentins own ministration within her, his tongue reaching new, hungry depths inside her.
Shrikee retaliated by pulling Kaydia closer, hands tangling in her hair. Tugging, with a delicious sting, until their lips came together in a hot, sloppy kiss. You love my husbands cock, dont you? Kaydia rasped, biting on Shrikees lip as the gladiator moved faster on Quentin. Kaydia continued to toy with her clit, grinding the whip handle against Shrikee and brushing Quentins cock with the stiff leather.
Soso fucking good Shrikee groaned, pulling Kaydia hair to nip at her throat. So thickfuckso thick and hard!
You going to cum hard on that cock, arent you? Kaydia moaned, feeling her own bliss building. Her free hand molded to Shrikees firm breasts and twisted the nipple, hard. Shrikee screamed out from the sudden shock, pain bursting into pleasure, burst into a release that fluttered and rippled over Quentins cock. The silken fist gripped Quentins cock and her own mind, dragging climax from her trembling lips and drenching her husbands face.
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The feel of Shrikees orgasm on his cock was a velvet vise, pulsing intime with her ecstatic cries of pleasure. Kaydias orgasm was more like a star in his mind, brilliant and burning hot and inexorably drawing him in. He allowed himself to spiral around her rapture in the Force, hips moving his aching meat within Shrikee and tongue drawing out his wifes rapture as he spiraled inwards. Finally he plunged into her, sharing her ecstasy and letting her share his own as, with a cry muffled by her cunt, he lost himself into his own release.
Shortly thereafter, all three of them collapsed. Quentin had already been on his back on the floor, of course. Shrikee sagged across him, breasts pillowed on his chest and gasping for breath as the last lazy pulses of his cock throbbed against her aching walls. Oh, fuck, she breathed, wiping sweat-soaked hair from her eyes. That was hot.
Somehow, Kaydia had managed to not just fall sideways with exhaustion. Instead, shed nestled into his arm and was gently kissing him. Yeah, Quentin agreed, kissing his wife back. I think Ill be feeling it later, though.
The gladiator nodded at that, biting her lip thoughtfully as she stroked the nevif the welts on his chest. Yeah. You will.
Someone, Wuentin said with mock severity, has a big opinion of herself.
A well-earned opinion, I assure you, Shrikee replied, before tracing another welt. But I mean these. Theyll hurt like a bitch, Im sure, when you get the arena rig off. With a smile, she stroked Kaydias cheek. Maybe I can help you apply the bacta?
Fun as it sounded, her question raised another one. What about you? he asked. Youve got implants, so...
They shut down automatically, Shrikee said, on a timer set for the duration of the match plus four hours. She grinned weakly, laying her head on his chest and kissing Kaydia. After parties like this are pretty standard, if not always this hot. A sigh. After that, my medical droid only turns them back on for training and the next match, no matter what.
Why? Quentin asked.
Too easy to get addicted, she replied. Way too damn easy.
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Kaydia tried to relax in the afterglow of pleasure, but mentions of bacta brought back bitter memories. Memories of Linora treating her wounds, after she let her men or the Baronet use her. Often, it led to Linora fucking her under the haze of Inertia, confusing and needy carnality, at odds with everything else that had been done to her. She tried to brush the memories away with the knowledge that Linora had died for her sins, but they lingered just under the surface.
"It goes beyond addiction, I am sure," Kaydia mentioned, sinking into pedantry to avoid the distressing recollections that bubbled up. "Pain is a good thing, even when we don't like it. Pain is the body's way of protecting itself, after all. Pain is something we seek to avoid, when it can be helped, and when it can't, we still seek to mitigate the damage we receive. Without pain, it becomes difficult to protect our bodies from damage. And with pain transformed into pleasure, it's far too easy to put oneself at great risk.
Still anxious, Kaydia pushed herself up, Ill get the bacta. She had gotten the least of the pleasure flavored injuries, after all. And the thought of one of them applying it to her didnt sit well.
She needed more distractions, I imagine it will take a couple days to move the money around in order to buy out your contract. Besides, it is known that I am here to purchase a personal companion. If we go through with our transaction too quickly, we lose our cover to investigate the possible slave ring. But I can certainly make my desire towards you known, which would allow you to work with him, under the guise of trying you out.
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The next morning, they received notice of Malachis next match. A primetime bout, against a pair of hardened arena veterans. Mirialan,Arodi,and her twilek partner (and lover, apparently)Kaiah. After the big splash hed made in his first match against Shrikee, Mr. Trinidad was promoting the hell out of this next fight, which was still a couple days away. Which meant that, under the guise of training with Shrikee, they would have more unfettered access to the facilities, and opportunity to investigate the slave trade.
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So, Quentin said, toweling sweat from his face, what can you tell me about our opponents.
He wastired. Hed mistakenly assumed that sex gladiator meant that any exercises would be aimed at toning and sculpting the body, along with cardio. And while that was part of her routine, Shrikee took all aspects of her workout seriously. Two hours of interval training, followed by an hour of meditation and learning to ignore the demands of lust, and then an hour of sparring with an extremely sophisticated combat droid, and then more meditation. It was a grueling regimen, comparable to the physical and mental conditioning of the Temple in some ways.
Arodis a stick fighter, Shrikee said, before swishing water around her mouth. Staves and batons, sometimes spears. She mimed a thrust. Likes to stay at range whenever possible, wear her opponents down. Swallowing this time, she offered Quentin the water bottle. Kaiah works close in, two short blades and a couple of martial arts. Twilek styles Ive never heard of.
Quentin sipped the water. I might have - Ive studied a number of firms over the years. What are they like?
Ball-busters, Shrikee replied as she stretched. A couple of hardcore bitches that like making their opponents beg. She grinned. Youll orobably like them. Still grinning, she threw a playful punch. Just rememberIm your partner, Malachi.
Twisting, he blocked the punch before turning the block into a jab. Havent forgotten.
Nice, she commented, deflecting the jab. Interesting footwork. Teras Kasai?
He shook his head. Garv Bindulah. Any chance we can split them up?
No way, she laughed, stepping to his right and faking a low punch before jabbing at his throat. Theyve been working together for five years, and fucking longer than that.
He blocked the jab and swung his arm around hers, locking it. Hm. Sounds like a tough match.
Both of them disengaged, Shrikee ruefully rubbing her wrists. Fuck. Sometimes, I wish I let myself use the implants more. She shook her arms out. But yeah. Theyre good. I could take one of them, but itd be a near thing. With two..?
With two..? Quentin prompted.
She shrugged, then licked her lips and pressed herself against him. Lets just say, she whispered against his lips, that we need to get to know each others moves. Her tongue was silk as it pushed between his lips. Real well.
This is not what Id anticipated when you made your reservation with us, Procurator Trinidad chuckled, pouring two fingers of amethyst liqueur each into two crystal goblets. But it has worked out quite well.
Handing one goblet to Kaydia, he raised the other in a toast. Your bidyguard is most impressive. And I never dreamed you would try to buyShrikees contract and sign her as your Companion. He sipped his liqueur. Or has Cordfay Cosmetics decided to sponsor a stable of gladiators? Many companies in the Republic shy away from direct association with our, Ah, line of work.
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I have a vision that includes Shrikee endorsing my products. Fierce, fit, and fine as hell, she would make a gorgeous face for Cordfay Cosmetics, Kaydia explained, relaxing into her chair as she breathed in the aroma of her drink. As the first sip touched her lips, she felt Shrikees tongue on Quentins, her taste flooding both of their minds in the force.
Is it hot in here, Madame? Youre flushed.
She was, but it had nothing to do with the air in the office, but rather the feel of Shrikee dripping down Quentins fingers as he fucked her with two thick digits. Damn, she felt good, hot and tight and squeezing his fingers in a way that demonstrated how committed she was to her strength training. It is, though it may just be the fact that leather doesnt breathe well, she excused, tugging at a long sleeve in explanation.
There were three ways to play this. One was to cut this meeting with Trinidad short, so she could join them. As appealing as that was, there was a job to do here, so no. Not yet, at least. Another option was to incite some jealousy in Quentin. Take her own lover, and make him feel her pleasure through their bond. Trinidad seemed like he might be amenable to such a proposition. He hadnt gawked, as he would have likely lost him the commission on her high priced purchase, but when he thought she wouldnt notice, he let his eyes linger on her. But, no. Trinidad alone wouldnt be enough to inspire what she wanted out of Quentin. She would need much more. Or, perhaps, many more?
All that was left to her now was to endure. Compartmentalize her pleasure. A difficult task, as sopping lips gripped Quentins cock. Fuck, Shrikee felt good. Kaydia downed her drink, and slammed the glass on the desk between them. Another, please, she asked, whimpering slightly. Imagining herself whimpering as Quentin fucked her as hard as he fucked their gladiator.
Trinidad smirked, pouring her a generous glass. As you wish, Madame. I imagine you are quite satisfied with Shrikee, given your purchase, but I suspect you are still wanting. Some itch your companion isnt quite up to scratching, perhaps? The way he stared at her, it was hard to tell if he was seducing or upselling her, or both. The Velvet Hour prides itself on indulging nearly any fantasy our clients have. All you need to do is give voice to your desires, Madame, and I will see them granted.
His words, combined with the silky-smooth sensation of Shrikees thighs squeezing Quentin, conjured a wet heat within her. Fuck, she wasnt sure what he was offering, but anything was awfully tempting right now. I am aware of the Velvet Hours vast offerings. Truthfully, its all so immense, its a bit overwhelming. She took another drink, deep, swallowing down moans that threatened to escape as Shrikees walled clamped down on Quentins cock.
Perhaps you want to be overwhelmed, Trinidad suggested, tapping keys on his datapad. Perhaps the powerful CEO wants to surrender to passion. And not merely her own. Behind him, a holoscreen flickered to life, and displayed a familiar title. Quentin, throwing her down on a table and fucking her hard before an enthusiastic group. Memories flooded back, overlaid with the bliss she received from Quentin, and her own discipline wavered. You like losing control, dont you, Nyamelo?
Upon occasion, she husked, finishing another glass of amethyst liquor. She skin was on fire, burning for touch. Burning to strip out of her outfit, skin tight leather dress that clung to her hips and breasts. Or, perhaps, to be stripped out of it, by another. Trinidad had hit the mark very closely, and was good at his job of interpreting and meeting the desires of his clients.
With the strength of will she wouldnt believe shed possessed, Kaydia pushed herself from her chair. Your proposition is quite appealing, Mr. Trinidad, but for the moment I will pass. I still have pending business to attend to, but I look forward to meeting with you again, at Malachis next match. After a brief, firm handshake, she left his office, slipping into the nearest bathroom to masturbate furiously while Quentin enjoyed Shrikees climax.
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I think I have a lead.
An outside observer - and Quentin assumed that the suites of the Velvet Hour had outside observers - would have only seen Malachi Hardin cleaning and servicing his weapons. Stunners and an electrobaton, the sort (mostly) nonlethal weapons a bodyguard would carry on Canto Bight. Which was what he wanted, because therewereways to listen in on Force communications, and he didnt want to encourage the security staff to make use of them. I was thinking. We might be able to convince Gilbert GmbH to go in on this venture with us, if this licensing deal with Shrikee works out. Maybe sponsor a whole gladiator team.
Shrikee says shes heard of Hal-Jakan Teris,he continued.She doesnt know him, but she knows him as a supplier. Apparently he provides some of the talent, particularly for the needs of the Velvet Hours more demanding clientele.There was an overlay of disgust in his thoughts. From what Shrikee had said, the talent he provided cycled through quickly, their contracts purchased by individuals with moreextremetastes.
He - or, at least, the people he represents - are also the contract holders for our next opponents. Quentin fitted the firing chamber back into his stunner. Id imagine this sort of dueling would do big business on Zeltros.And shes pretty sure that, given how hard our match is being promoted, hell be there to see it. And even if hes not, if we do well hell probably want to get in touch.
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A whole team could be a good idea, Kaydia agreed, playing along with Quentins charade, as she cycled through videos of Shrikee competing against various opponents.If he is there, then we will likely be seated together, in the owners box. Gives me a good opportunity to further investigate him. But if we want to get in with him, you two will have to win.
Might be a good idea to branch out from the gladiatorial world as well. There is an up and coming swoop bike racer, Nykei Devraj, who looks promising as well. Swiping away from the gladiator fights which were arousing, and putting her at odds with the serious and disturbing subject she was discussing with Quentin through their bond she watched a few racing highlight reels. Shes new to the pro circuit, but her amateur record is impressive. Maybe we can check out one of her races while were here?
Tossing the data pad aside, Kaydia made a show of examining her closet. Now, what does one wear to a primetime gladiatorial bout?Probably want something that shows off my wealth more than something that shows off my body, she thought mostly to herself, but she was sure Quentin heard it as well. The separation of their thoughts and the messages they sent one another was thin, and nonexistent at times.If I want him to take me seriously as a buyer, I need to look the part.Think this one is too much? She held atoga-like gownagainst her figure, considering her angles as she did. It would hug her figure, while simultaneously draping loosely over her curves. Hinting at her sexuality, without putting it on display. And it fit the image of budding patroness to a squad gladiator, the very persona she was trying to cultivate.
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Might be a good idea to branch out from the gladiatorial world as well, Kaydia declared.
Oh? Quentin replied absently, looking up as he did.Winning can be iverrated, he added,and I suspect hell be most interested in having us put on a good show.He shrugged.Then again, I hate losing.
There is an up and coming swoop bike racer, Nykei Devraj, who looks promising as well.
Ill have to take your word for it. He signaled the HK units over, and began inspecting their weapons. Never had much of a taste for races.
Kaydias response was to play a highlight reel which, to his disinterested eye, just looked like hoverbikes moving in a straight line. Maybe hed be able to appreciate the skill in display better if he saw a race in person? Shes new to the pro circuit, but her amateur record is impressive. Maybe we can check out one of her races while were here?
Sure, why not? He sent the first droid back into patrol mode, and started in on the second. Cosmetics might be an unusual corporate sponsor, but why not?
Tossing the data pad aside, Kaydia made a show of examining her closet. Now, what does one wear to a primetime gladiatorial bout?Probably want something that shows off my wealth more than something that shows off my body.If I want him to take me seriously as a buyer, I need to look the part.
But not too modest, Quentin replied, closing the maintenance hatch on the second droid.The secret to invisibility is to look like you belong, after all. And a lot of the patrons here display more skin than the prostitutes.
Think this one is too much? she finally asked.
Quentin turned and eyed the gown critically. Not at all, he decided. Its a classy sort of sexy look, and it will contrast nicely with the more libertine costumes many of the patrons wear. Which reminds me. Shrikee suggested that we go for a theme for the match. He tossed her a datapad with images of amaleandfemalecostume. For the record, I vetoed the improbable hammer. She wanted to know what you thought, and if you had any suggestions.
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Kaydia examined the data pad, carefully studying the mock-up of holo-Quentin in a barely-there barbarian costume. Biting her lip, she nodded slowly, Yeah, it, uh, looks good.Oh, we are definitely keeping this one. I feel a mighty need to be pillaged.
Lingering desire bubbled under the surface. She hadnt forgotten what hed done earlier, teasing her with his sensations through the force, while she had her meeting with the procurer. And, while it was hot as hell to know so many women craved her husband, Kaydia felt perhaps a touch possessive.
Well, we need to prepare for your match. It would not serve me well if you lose, Kaydia insisted, putting on the airs of a demanding businesswoman. She pulled him close, caressing his shoulders and arms. Anticipating his reciprocation, she instead pushed him into the bathroom. I will see you well prepared for this bout, she insisted, stripping him out of his clothes and taking her time caressing his firm muscles. She didnt worry that any surveillance might catch her fucking Quentin. After all, it was rather well known that Madame Nyamelo Cordfay was fucking her head of security.
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Quentins scent and pleasure lingered on her, despite the lengthy shower they shared. Given the nature of the Arena Av Lilla Doden, Kaydia took no shame in it. Nearly every woman in the audience tonight wished she could be so lucky, and a great deal of them would pay a delightful dactare for the indulgence. But Kaydia couldnt afford to be consumed with her lust. There was a job at stake, and this was their chance to get in with the possible slaver theyd arrived on Canto Bight to discover.
Madame Cordfay! A tall human with medium length brown hair and stubble-rough cheeks called to her in greeting as he entered the owners box. His eyes, one green and the other a cybernetic orange, leered at her figure before meeting her gaze with a smile. Youve made quite a splash in the Arena, as I understand it. First, your man defeats the celebrated Shrikee, then you purchase her contract. I am thrilled to meet the next big player on Canto Bight. He grabbed her hand with both of his, shaking it exuberantly.
Kaydia returned his smile, holding in her disgust at her knowledge of his underground dealings. It is quite an honor to meet such a prolific and successful lanista such as yourself, Mr. Teris.
He made his war to the liquor cart, and poured two glasses of dark purple wine. Please, call me Hal. You will find the Lanistae of Canto Bight to be a tight-knit assemblage. He pushed one glass into her hand. We are hoping to bring you into the fold, Nyamelo. That is, assuming your mans last match and win wasnt a fluke.
Malachi is incredibly capable, Kaydia argued, sipping at her wine, I am quite confident he will impress once again.
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Hey, Shrikee said with a laugh, I brought your hammer.
As she spoke she let it fall, and the thud of its impact with the ground assault chord through the dressing room. Quentin glanced at it and lifted an eyebrow, but didnt pause his warmup. Right. Ill keep that in mind, just in case I need a doorstop.
Shrikee snickered, then began stretching out as well. I still think you should use it.
Way too damn big., Quentin grunted.
Ill bet Madame Cordfay would disagree, she teased.
A snort escaped Quentin. Madame Cordfay, he replied with a straight face, prefers skill to brute force.
Thats not what she was saying last night... Shrikee giggled.
Quentin gave her a reproving look. No. He glanced up as a buzzer went off. Five minutes. Are you ready.
At the risk of soundingterriblycliched, Shrikee replied, strapping on her sword belt and slipping her arm into her golden sleeve, I wasbornready.
Quentin looked up from the bracer he was buckling into place. That must have been a terrible shock for your mother.
She smirked. Dont you read the promotional literature? My mother was a war goddess, and my father was a hurricane.
Quentin considered that. I... how would that even work?
The blonde gladiator laughed. Play your cards right, and Ill show you the video I made. Still grinning, she tossed him the hammer. Cmon. Showtime!
I amnotusing this thing!
Oh, I couldnt agree more, Hal replied, sipping at his drink. Ordinarily I wouldnt be so interested from a single fight, but your Mr. Hardin defeatedShrikee in his first match. He lifted his glass. Most professional soldiers arent a match for our gladiators, not in the arena at least. The implants throw off their usual instincts.
Smiling enigmatically, he sipped his drink. But then, your Mr. Hardin is not a usual soldier. Hes studied Garv Bindulah, if Im any judge of unarmed fighting styles, and his bladework is mixture of Echani So and Shii-Cho. He glanced at the arena chronometer. Mostimpressive. But I see that the match is about to begin. Shall we? With that, he made a graceful gesture towards their reserved seats in the box.
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She what now? Kaydia asked, putting on the airs of cluelessness and she inwardly panicked. She took a long swallow of her drank to calm her nerves. Oh, his fighting style? I never did ask for specifics when I hired him on. But I suppose I will have to learn all about that now, wont I?
She sent Quentin a quick message as she took her seat.Might be better if you dont use your blade this time. Hal Teris is far more observant than I like. He identified your bladework. Can you use that hammer Shrikee suggested?
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The lights in the arena darkened, spotlights focusing on the entrance as speakers crackled to life. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Arena Av Lilla Doden presents tonight prime time bout. In the red corner, The Femme Fatale Furies! In matching red latex gear, the fit Miralan and curvy twilek took the the arena floor. Arodi would a full body suit, skin tight against her physique. Kaiahs get up was far more revealing, corset laced tight over her ample bust, tapering into a one piece that was hardly more than panties. Thigh high boots completed her look, offering hints of blue flesh to onlookers.
The lovely Arodi and Kaiah are undefeated as a team, currently boasting a 50 match winning streak. The crowd cheered at that, and both women struck a pose, emphasizing their figures. Will their streak continue? Or will the Newcomer and the Banshee pull off an upset?
The spotlight flashed to the other entrance In the Black corner, Shrikee Tomzin and MalachiHard-in. The announcer called, purposely emphasizing the last part of Quentins cover identity. Feminine cheers rang out in the crowd, growing in enthusiasm as he entered alongside Shrikee.
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Damn,he looked good in that barbarian outfit. Skin glistened under the stage lights, firm muscles utterly delectable in the interplay of highlights and shadows. Too bad she couldnt just enjoy the show.
A deeper drink of her wine, and Kaydia found it easier to pretend to flirt with Hal-Jakan. I imagine there are a great many things I could learn from you. As far as the Arena is concerned, of course.
Hal laughed, leaning back in his seat as he eyed her, Well, if you are so hungry for all the pleasures the arena can offer, I could offer you a taste. He reached over her, refilling her glass and nearly brushing against her.
And if my interested are more business related? Kaydia redirected. Coy would be more enticing than eager, especially given where they were. Afterall, she wasnt a woman he could purchase outright.
Hal offered a dark smile. Oh, I am always interested in talking business with arespectedpartner.
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Might be better if you dont use your blade this time.
The telepathic contact wasnt unexpected, not in and of itself. But the message, delivered just as he was getting ready to enter the arena, was unexpected.What? Why?
You all right? Shrikee asked, giving him a questioning look. He held up a hand, asking her to wait.
Hal Teris is far more observant than I like. He identified your bladework. A memory accompanied the statement: and his bladework is mixture of Echani So and Shii-Cho.
Shit. Quentin replied. Echani So was no more or less common a blade style than any other in the galaxy, but Shii-Cho? Shii-Cho was a style that only made sense with lightsabers, and it was virtually unknown outside the Jedi.Thats not good. How did he recognize it?
Can you use that hammer Shrikee suggested?
Fuck me, Quentin groaned.
Later, Shrikee assured him, then gave him a curious look. Whats wrong?
Grimacing, Quentin grabbed the hammer and grunted as he lifted it. Change of plans.
Hal let his eyes linger on Nyamelo for a moment, then turned his attention to the arena. Ill be curious to see how your duo fares, though. Shrikee is an exceptionally skilled solo combatant and Malachi is, well, you know better than I what he is. But a doubles match is far more difficult.
He sipped his drink, then peered at the arena curiously. Whatishe wielding?
I wasntseriousabout that thing, Shrikee hissed out of the side of her mouth. What the hell?
Holding the ridiculous hammer two-handed was just about the only way to carry it. Reasons. I cant go into it here, he hissed back.
Shit. Shrikee closed her eyes and tried for patience. I dont want to lose overreasons, Malachi.
He didnt respond right away, opting to study their opponents instead. The green-skinned woman, Arodi, was posing for the crowd, spinning and twirling a meter and a half pole with a half-meter curved blade on the end. Blue-skinned Kaiah, wearing an outfit that showed alotof that blue skin, hadnt drawn any of her blades yet. She just strutted and played to the crowd. Dont worry, he said. Im not planning to. He considered their opponents. You go after the Twilek - your sword has a reach advantage. Ill handle the other one.
That slow-ass hammer against her glaive? Shrikee snorted. You sure?
Sure enough. You ready?
Horns blew to signal the start of the match.
Does it matter? Shrikee replied.
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Like I said, Kaydia started, trying not to wince at the sight of her husband wielding the unwieldy hammer, Malachi is full of surprises.
Hal laughed, a throaty chuckle that filled the owners box, Indeed, he is. Quite a gamble though. Are you confident of his chances?
My confidence in Malachi is never a gamble, Kaydia countered, watching with interest as he paired off with Arodi, the glaive user.
That so? Care to back up that confidence in a wager? Hal-Jakan flashed a smile full of gleaming teeth.
Kaydia spared him a moments glance, What did you have in mind?
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Now, what is that? Arodi laughed, keeping her distance from Malachi and twirling her glaive. She snickered, meeting his gaze with mocking amusement in her eyes, My, my, my, Malachi. Are we compensating for something?
In a flash, she struck, lunging with both arms to hit him as her full reach. The blow landed, but without impact, just tingling along his nerves. I sorely hope not.
She caught his blow on the shaft of her glaive, the wood reverberating with the force. Twisting away from the follow-up strike, she swept low, pulling him down from behind the knee. Dont worry, well find some use for you, regardless.
And then she pounced.
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Kaiah twisted and dodged Shrikees onslaught of strikes. Despite the size of her weapon, she was fast, pressing the charge so Kaiah couldnt squeeze a blow in. One overhead blow came down hard, and Kaiah planted firm, blocking it on her crossed blades. Whats wrong Shrikee? Did he fuck you sideways, and now you cant land a blow?
Shrikee pressed the deadlock, but Kaiah didnt fight, just twisted away as Shrikees momentum carried her forward. She managed a quick jab to Shrikees bare back, but wasnt prepared for Shrikees resilience, not when she swung her greatsword in a wide circle and struck the twilek back. Oh, he had no problem hitting it. And neither do I!
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Quentin spun, dancing past the slashing thrust of the glaive and brings no the hammer up in an arc as he did. Arodis expression of fear turned to confusion as he released the handle, sending the heavy thing arcing past her. But then he caught the short haft of the polearm with his right hand and pulled as he kept turning, jerking her off balance. Then pleasure exploded from her gut as his heel slammed into her stomach.
What use is that, exactly Quentin quipped, stepping forward and kicking again. This time Arodi was ready, pushing herself back along the shaft and twisting, turning her motion into a leg sweep. She lunged as he stumbled, gripping the shaft with both hands as he went down.
Ill think of something, she assured him, straining to press the shaft against his throat as she landed astride him. Muscles bulged in her arms and stood out in her back as she strained against his resistance. Because you... look good... on your... back...
The hammer sailed past Shrikee as she brought her sword up again, catching the Twilek square in the chest. She made a barking sound of surprise, her knives flying as she stumbled backwards under the impact, and then the blonde gladiator was on her. Eyes glazed with lust, it took everything Kaiah had to deflect the heavyblows with her bracers. I... see what... you mean... she gasped out, giving ground.
A roar of approval went up from the audience. Out of the corner of her eye, Jaiah could see Arodi straddling Malachi, wrestling for control of the glaive. Two on one soon, she taunted, ducking a high slash and drawing two new blades strapped to her calves. Bet youre looking forward to that, hm? She licked her lips, slashing upwards and leaving a crimson welt on Shrikees hip. I saw your last fight, after all.
What did I have in mind? Hal-Jakan eyed Nyamelo with clear interest, eyes caressing the curves revealed by her gown. Then he smiled hungrily. 10% of Shrikees earnings for a year, with an option to purchase her contract from you at the end of that year, if she doesnt repay your investment in her.
Leaning back, he turned his attention to the arena and chuckled. Against the same offer on Arodi and Kaiah? I feel remarkably confident right now, after all.
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Arodi grinned above Malachi, grinding herself into his growing erection. She wasnt a big fan of cock, not particularly, but perhaps she could make an exception, this time. And even if she didnt indulge, Kaiah looked hot as hell riding some fat dick.
Fuck, but he was strong, resisting her as she pushed the tip towards his throat. He released one hand from the shaft, allowing her to force the cold steel against his blood warm skin. His cock twitched beneath her, and Arodis own arousal built. Then his free hand slammed into her wrist, driving the glaive from her hands and skidding across the sands of the arena. Suddenly off balance, Malachi capitalized by bucking his hips in a delightful manner, and throwing her on her back.
Now she was underneath him, but still, Aroid wasnt helpless. She blocked his first punch, catching his fist in her grip, and countered with a jab to the chest. Damn, but he was pure muscle, and Arodi figured her strike hurt her as much as him. He grabbed her wrist before she could follow up, leaving Arodi with only a headbutt at her disposal.
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I am rather looking forward to that two on one, Shrikee taunted, swinging hard. Kaiah blocked, but her smaller blades couldnt resist the momentum of Shrikees large blade. The middle of her blade struck Kaiahs wrist, and she lost another dagger to numb fingers and tingling nerves. Had Shrikee wielded a true blade, Kaiah would have lost a hand, so losing a blade was an acceptable exchange. Still, she had another blade, and now, another opening. The dull knife whispered along Shrikees side, scrapping along ribs and over breasts. Shrikee hissed in arousal, throwing herself back before Kaiah could exploit any further openings.
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Kaydia chose to ignore his leer, focusing on Quentin and the lust that surged through him. But it was an invitation deeper into the business, and perhaps even an invitation closer to the heart of the matter. I will take that bet, Hal. She even reached over to shake on it, ignoring the desire tightening in her stomach. Desire that was at odds with her disgust, and alcohol seemed to be the only thing to reconcile the two warring sensations. Pity her glass was empty.
I hadnt expected the matches to pair so well with wine, Kaydia excused, venturing back to the liquor stock to refill her glass, but the77 rose guerreis a delightfully smooth counterpoint to the heat of the match. Would you like another glass as well?
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Quentin felt the headbutt coming. Even without the Force hed have felt it coming, from the way her body tensed beneath his. So he acted first, dropping his face and kissing her hungrily as she started to move. The act threw his green-skinned opponent as the thrill of unexpected lust ran through her. Then, as she started to struggle, he caught her lip and bit hard. The struggle turned into a gasp and an arching of her body against his.
Tell me, he whispered conversationally for her ears and the hidden microphones, using his weight and superior position to push the haft of the spear against bat her throat, Im not familiar with the rules. If I just take you by force, pin you down and have you in front of everyone while you struggle to get away, is that a win for me?
Not that he would, really. But she didnt need to know that.
I would bedelighted with another glass, Hal-Jakan agreed amiably, holding it out for her. And I must agree with your assessment. Although I find the 22 Chaleur pourpre much more to my taste. Warm and unassuming when first encountered, but with a complex strength and delightful flavor upon the tongue.
He sipped his wine thoughtfully, turning his attention to the arena. As he did, Quentins husky threat were played over the arena speakers.immediately, Kaydias terminal lit up with offers. Your bodyguard plays well to the crowd. He offered a toast. Did he learn that in your service?
Kaiah pressed her advantage, moving inside Shrikees reach and striking with lightning quick thrusts. Not all touched home, but enough did to keep the blond gladiator off balance. Are you still looking forward to the two on one? she breathed, dragging her blunt blade over Shrikees belly. Because I am. I cant wait to taste Arodi on you, before I make you watch me fuck Malachi.
Eyes glittering with barely-controlled lust, Shrikee reversed her motion and side-stepped a slash, driving the hilt of her sword into Kaiahs face. You... talk too much... she hissed, licking her lips. Win... first...
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Oh fuck The words drew a gasp from Arodi, ache building between her thighs. Thats Thats not She tried, trying not to imagine it, trying not to picture herself beneath this man, spread and impaled on the hard cock even now prodding her slit. He managed to push her own spear against her throat, and she went wild at that, writhing mad against his strength and weight.
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Kaiah stumbled back several steps, blinking in the aftermath of Shrikees strike. Lust raged through her, and with each step she could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs. Shrikee was one hell of an opponent.
Dammit, where was Arodi? Usually she subdued her opponent by now, so they could double team the remaining foe. But the newcomer, the man, was on top of her, and, she was doing everything but wrapping her legs around him. What the hell did this Malachi possess? She doesnt even like cock!
Kaiah watched Shrikee approach, eyes dark and wild. The golden gladiator was force a to be reckoned with, far more resilient than their usual foes. Perhaps it was good fortune she hadnt taken a partner into doubles before now. Still, Kaiah watched, and waiting, letting Shrikee coming with a bolting charge. Kaiah was ready, making a show of blocking. Shrikee would jump, as was her signature move, and strike form behind.
Not this time though.
Kaiah ducked under the attack and countered with a sweep to the legs. Shrikee went down hard, kicking up dust as she landed on the ground. Kaiah could have taken advantage, climbed atop her and batter her with quick blows. Instead, she bolted across the arena, to where Malachi and Arodi struggled and strained against each other. Using her momentum, Kaiah kicked Malachi in the ribs and off her lover.
Arodi pushed herself up and Kaiah pulled Malachi up by his hair, Havent you heard, Malachi, that we share everything? The hand the dagger sunk into his jaw, but before he could get more than a few steps away, Arodi struck with the butt of her spear right into his chest. She captured him then, behind him with her glaive shaft restraining his arms. Exposed, so Kaiah could land more quick blows against his torso.
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Kaydia shuddered at Quentins words, reminding her of so many games theyd played in the past. Damn, she loved his cockiness, his aggression in taking what he wanted. And she wasnt the only one, as half the audience tried to outbid one another for a chance of a night with him.
Your bodyguard plays well to the crowd. Did he learn that in your service?
Kaydia sought an answer in her wine, but nothing came. Instead, she laughed, Are you asking if hes that aggressive in bed? The truth was dangerously close to the surface now, Kaydia losing sight of her role and her mission. But, anyone whod seen the Telerath video knew she was fucking him. Why bother hiding it now?
Hal-Jakan laughed, peering at her with inquisitive eyes over his glass of wine. You must be very demanding to have trained him so well. He resists his own desire like a master.
Master. Another word that chipped away at their cover, coming precariously close to the truth. That Quentin was indeed a master. A Jedi Master.
Finishing her glass, Kaydia played into Hals words, hoping to yet send his conclusions off course. No, he resists his desire like hismistresshad taught him to.
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Blunted daggers slashed against his torso, making his cock throb with every impact. The Twilek behind him hauled back, twisting his arms with her glance and pressing her body against him. Things were, in a word,untenable. If he didnt act soon he was going t lose. And while the erotic tortured the two duelists planned might be entertainment by, he hated losing.
Arodi drew back an arm to strike and he threw himself forward, pitting his greater weight against Kaiahs strength. The move caught her off guard and she gripped the pole, then yelped as he jerked her off her feet. Tucking bag into a roll, ge let her take Arodis blow on her sleep be and then cushion the impact as he summersauted and landed atop her. She gasped as the impact drive the staff into her ribs and the breath from her lungs..
Twisting free from the staff, Wuentin kicked out. The blow caught Arodi in the stomach, pushing her back and letting him roll to his feet. The glaive spun in his hands, slamming back to drive Kaiah back into the ar an floor and then lashing forward to catch Arodi on the shoulde, numbing her arm. She tried to resist the pleasure of her misdirected nerves, only catch the butt of the glaive across her jaw as Quentin snapped it up.
Kaiah stumbled to her feet and Quentin spun, driving the blunt blade into her stomach. She staggered and he spun around her, catching her in the back of the knee. You said you share everything, he reminded her as she fell across her liver. The glaive whistled rhythmically as he brought it down, alternating which of the two gladiators he was striking. But youre going by to have to pick which one of you I have first.
The two fighters moaned, pressing themselves together. Fuck, he wanted to be part of that right now. He lashed out, driving them part. Choose, he snapped. Which one do I use first?
Dont worry, Shrikee added, watching the display hungrily. Ill find a use for the other.
Wherever he learned it from, Hal-Jakan laughed, he learned it well. It seems I have a very real risk f losing two fine gladiators, now.
Draining his wine, he leaned back. But, since you are joining our circle, I would very much like to invite you to a private gathering. He smiled. An intimate little gathering of gladiator sponsors and trainers, where you may socialize with your peers. He glanced at her expr Asian, and then at the arena. Dont worry. All matches - and the after-events - are recorded. You can enjoy them at your leisure.
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Hal-Jakan invited me to a gathering of other gladiator sponsors and trainers, Kaydia directed toward Quentin, finishing her own glass of wine. He had things well handled here, and might be a while yet.Dont wear yourself completely out fucking those three, I still want a piece of you tonight.
That sounds just delightful, Hal, she agreed, taking his offered arm. Lead the way.
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Burning, aching need surged through Kaiah. She couldnt hardly see anymore, much less make an effort to defend herself. All that mattered was Arodis firm, strong figure against hers, and the delicious demands of the newcomer.
Choose, he snapped. Which one do I use first?
Me! she blurted out now, unable to control herself any further. She crawled along the dusty ground, feeling with hands until she found Malachis imposing form. Dammit, fuck me first! Blue hands gripped his briefs, pulling herself up to his crotch, and the erection trapped within. Fuck me, Malachi!
Suddenly, she was pulled back, a vise grip on a lekku jerking her back on her ass. Nuh-uh, Shrikee growled, yanking Kaiah to her feet, Losers dont make demands! One hand grasped Kaiahs wrist, twisting them behind her back, and the other tugged at her top, ripping it open and leaving cerulean breasts exposed. They were designed to be easily torn, a crowd favorite, and soon she was nude to the waist. Now, beg like a proper slave.
Pleasemistress, make use of me.
Better, Shrikee growled, and bit sharply on one flowing lekku.
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The gathering was located within another area of Velvet hour, a discreet gathering room with black stone walls and illuminated blue tiles. The room held about two dozen people, but maybe ten were other owners and trainers. The rest were servants, nearly nude and offering up food and drink to the guests. A few even served as living furniture, with one woman on hands and knees with two flutes of champagne balanced on her smooth back. Another, a man, kneeled on the floor before a couch, while one woman used him as a footrest.
The sight, the casual objectification shocked Kaydia, reminding her why she was here. Worse however, was knowing the sight didnt instantly cool her desire. Video of Quentins match played on large screens to the back, and she could still feel his arousal through their bond. All she could glean from the servants was bliss, a deep-seated desire to serve and submit, but she couldnt tell if it was natural or otherwise induced, and that disturbed her.
Are you hungry, Nyamelo? Hal asked, leaning closer to her. As much as she might have wanted to wrest her arm from his, she had to play along. Had to get to the bottom of the trafficking ring.
For food, absolutely, she answered with a laugh. He led her back towards the banquet tables, which featured two nude bodies, a man and woman, with finger foods strewn over them. Raw fish wrapped in rice and seaweed, mostly, with various sauces smeared over their skin.
You should try this Manaan Sashimi, Hal insisted, grabbing a roll of the woman, just under her mostly still breasts. He dipped in a brown sauce pooled over her belly button, and brought it to her lips. Swallowing down her hesitation, Kaydia took a bite. She hated that she enjoyed the taste.
Its exquisite. A very mild flavor, with a touch of sweetness. Taking the roll form his fingers, she finished it off.
Hal laughed, and twisted her towards a group of five, Let me introduce you to the other big players here on Canto Bight.
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Hal-Jakan invited me to a gathering of other gladiator sponsors and trainers, Kaydia told him as he stood over Arodi, lust burning through him.Dont wear yourself completely out fucking those three, I still want a piece of you tonight.
Well have to see, he replied, using the haft if the glaive to push the red-skinned woman back into the arena floor.I seem to recall multiple side-offers, after the last match...Then he reached down, tearing Arodis top away. She gasped as he straddled her hips. Now, he wondered aloud, letting her feel his hard meat against his back, how should I use you?
The group looked curious as Kaydia approached with Hal-Jakan. He smiled, waving to them. Madame Nyamelo Cordfay, he said formally, allow me to introduce your colleagues - the newest members, along with yourself, of our society. Sidara Arrel, Rast Cyn, Corinna Valentine, Pianne Jarrde, and Ommol Aadedai.
He gestured to each in turn.Sidarasjook her hand whileRastoffered a small wave.Corinnabarely glanced up before returning to her conversation withPianne. For his part,Ommolsmiled and kissed her hand. Your bodyguard put in a good showing, he sai, congratulating her. And your new star as well.
On the screen Quentin straddled Arodi, bending her backwards with the spearshaft pressing into her throat. His hips moved rhythmically, and the camera offered a good view of his cock buried deep in her ass. Through the Force his building orgasm was obvious, as was the way he varied his rhythm to stave it off. Shrikee, meanwhile, ride Kaiahs face, two armored fingers buried in the Twileks cunt and her free hand cupping by her own breast.
Heisquite impressive, Siddara agreed, fanning herself as she watched the gladiators on the screen. Both of them. Perhaps, later, we could discuss having them train my own fighters?
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Well have to see, he replied,I seem to recall multiple side-offers, after the last match...
Oh, there are no shortage of offers,Kaydia agreed, sipping at a drink a half-naked man offered her.We could probably make back the money we spent on Shrikees contract tonight, if you were up to it. But, I would remind you that you are my husband. I dont mind sharing you, but at the end of the day, you are mine.
Damn, Quentin was a distraction. A delightful distraction, with the feeling of Arodis tight anal walls gripping his cock and her strong body bend back against his, but a distraction none the less. And that wasnt making her mission any easier, will all the flesh on display in the banquet hall.
He is quite impressive, Siddara agreed, fanning herself as she watched the gladiators on the screen. Both of them. Perhaps, later, we could discuss having them train my own fighters?
Kaydia smirked, savoring the desire on the other womans face. Certainly, but I am afraid he isnt going to make a career out of this. I still have a proper business to run, and still need him right by my side. Taking a step closer, away from Hals arm and into the group, she stood beside Siddara to watch the monitors. Can you tell me more about your fighters? How do find them? I have to admit, Ive merely gotten lucky with Malachi being so gifted in this arena, and that Shrikee looking for a new manager.
Well, you are already in with Hal-Jakan, so you are halfway there, Rast acknowledged, motioning with his own drink. Hes one of the best recruiters the arena Av Lilla Doden.
Hal offered an assured smile. I may have an eye for these things.
So where do you find people for this line of work? Kaydia asked, latching onto the line of questioning I imagine sex gladiator is an odd position to offer. Then Quentins orgasm peaked, and the sensation of his cum spraying Arodis colon gripped Kaydia. Dammit, she was horny as hell now. If she couldnt ride her husbands cock, shed have to find a way to make him jealous, at least. Maybe sandwiched between a couple of the delectable servants present? That is, as long as she could determine that they werent slaves, or here against their will.
Ive spent my career finding just the right people for any given occupation. I take people who have a need, and people who can fill that need, and bring them together. Acquiring hopefuls for the Arena is just one part of that. Hals eye seemed to bore into hers, his organic eye focused, his cybernetic one unblinking, and it nearly felt like a challenge.Prove what I am. Prove it to everyone here.
Hal auctions off contracts three times a year, for newcomers to the arena, Ommol mentioned, Though I suspect he keeps the most promising fighters all to him.
What can I say? Hal shrugged, before returning his gaze to her. I like to keep my advantage.
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Shrikee moaned, Kaiahs talented tongue drawing sweet pleasure from her body. Across from them, Malachi used Arodi relentlessly, to the great delight of the crowd. Riotous applause erupted when he pulled out of her ass, and his pearlescent cum seeped from her raw hole.
Come on, Shrikee growled, yanking Kaiah up by a Lekku, I know how you like to share everything with her. Come, share the taste of his cock. Kaiah stumbled along, not really fighting her, but still Shrikee threw her to her knees before Malachi. The victor stood over them, as if emphasizing his superiority, and Arodis scent lingered on his cock. Shrikee dragged Arodi up to her knees now, as well.
Finger each other, while you clean him off. Who ever gets off first has to watch while we both fuck the other one. Shrikee instructed, drawing the tip of a dagger down the back of each woman. Kaiah gasped, face still smeared with Shrikees juices, and Arodi groaned, deep and low, her own frustration evident.
Both women moaned over Quentins shaft, taking turns swallowing his length. Their hands roamed one another, each eager to receive attention from both opponents, and a rhythmic sucking noise grew over the sound of sighs and slurps.
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Quentin smiled as he swallowed Kaydias arousal, letting it harden his cock even more as the two women kneeling before him took their turns swallowing it.Enjoying the show?As he asked it, he let her glimpse the scene through his eyes for an instant. Kaiah and Arodi trying to kiss one another around his shaft before the green-skinned Twilek swallowed him. Shrikee, now wearing only her gauntlet, fingering herself as she watched.
Both defeated gladiators climaxed, Arodis voice low and gasping and Kaiahs high and breathy. They moaned and writhed, grinding their cunts against their hands, arching their bodies to display themselves for the audience. Hm, Quentin remarked. Any ideas, Shrikee?
Smiling, Shrikee grabbed a fistful of Arodis hair. You already had her, she remarked, jerking her backwards and pinning her to the ground with a foot. My turn.
What can I say? Hal shrugged, before returning his gaze to her. I like to keep my advantage.
Siddara glanced at the holodisplay meaningfully. Quentin was on his knees, a pair of shapely green legs hooked over his shoulders as he thrust into Kaiah, tugging on her lekku with each thrust. Shrikee, meanwhile, had driven a double-ended dildo into Arodi and was riding her hard, choking her as she used her. You may not be keeping it as long as you hope, she remarked, fanning herself.
Hal shrugged. Having an advantage is no guarantee of success, he smiled. Thered be no sport in it, otherwise. Oh, which reminds me.... He handed each of them a small white marble. Please breathe on this, and deposit it into that run over there.
Rast eyed his curiously. Why? What is this for?
A wager we all participate in at these gatherings, Hal replied, breathing on a marble and dropping it in by way of demonstration. Ill be explaining the rules after the meal. Speaking of which.... He gestured at a troop of nude servants, bearing platters. Shall we eat?
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Kaydia examined the marble, detecting sensors within. She didnt have a way to figure out exactly what those sensors measured, running through scenarios in her mind as she considered what could be determined from breath. DNA, pheromones, certain airborne infections. Nothing that seemed like it could reveal her identity, since there was nothing linking her DNA to the dead padawan Kaydia Voss. The rest of the group breathed on it without hesitation, except Rast, who complied last before dropping his marble in as well. With all eyes on her, Kaydia also abided, and turned her attention to servants bring food in.
Please, select an attendant to accompany you for this meal, and satisfy your hunger. Once again demonstrating, Hal-Jakan picked out a lovely redhead, with skin so fair it was nearly translucent. She followed him to the table and after placing the platter before Hal, she stood beside him. Picking up a morsel of food, she brought it to his lips, and didnt resist as he sucked the residue from her fingers.
The rest of the guests did the same, showing no reservations at all as using servants like living utensils. Kaydia wanted to decline, or so she told herself, butone servant, in particular, caught her attention.
Oh fuck. He was almost enough to get Quentin jealous.Please, please dont be a slave.He flashed her the barest hints of a smile, and Kaydia knew she was getting her hopes up. But, dammit she had to play along, and at least he didnt seem to mind so much.
The table was arranged to accommodate the servants who stood at each guests side, feeding them personally and offering drinks. Damn, but it was difficult to focus on her meal with her servant hovering so close. She tried feeding herself, bringing a raw fish roll to her mouth, but he grabbed her hand before she could take another. With soulful brown eyes locked with hers, he sucked the salty brown sauce from her fingertips, and nipped them just slightly.
If Kaydia hadnt already been on edge from watching and feeling her husband fuck two other women, perhaps she could have resisted better. But she helpless against her desire, a burning ache that consumed her thoughts and thighs. And, from the unconscious glance down she really tried to avoid, her selected servant was enjoying the game he played with her. Is everything to your taste, Mistress?
She couldnt determine the accent that caressed that word, but it was yet another thing that worked for her in the moment. A drink, please
Of course, he declared, bring a flute to her lips to sip. A little champagne dribbled down her chin, while she found herself distracted by him. My apologies, Mistress Cordfay. Allow me He swooped in close, kissing the trickle from her skin. Memories returned, of her first night with Quentin, and the games they played with pulkay. Except now she was wondering how this man would taste, with a stream of champagne cascading down that smooth chest. Wondering if he might join her and Quentin in bed, sharing her body with her husband.
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Please, Master MalachiPlease let me cum! Kaiah begged, eyes watering from the relentless pounding she received. With her knees hooked over his broad shoulders, she was tight against his thrusts. The friction was maddening, his thick cock splitting her open delightfully. Oh, master Malachi, I want to cum so badly. Please, may this unworthy slut cum on your cock? May I cum on you, while you take your victory from my body?
Fuck, she was damn close, losing her resolve with each stroke inside. Please, Please! PleaseI need to cum so bad. I need it, Master Malachi. Please!!!
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Quentin squeezed and pulled her lekku harder, using them as handles to fuck deeper into Kaiah. His own pleasure built at the feel of her squeezed by his shaft and her desperate pleas to be allowed to cum. And by the presence of his wife in his mind, her growing hunger for him and her thoughts about her servant for the evening.I want to feel him fucking you, he told her.I want to watch you cum on him.
He pulled out as he climaxed, letting his seed splatter in streaks across Kaiahs green skin. She moaned and arched, desperately seeking the release his withdrawal had denied her. Please... she whimpered, please, fuck...
Cum still dripped from his cock as he rose to his feet. Working his toes under the haft of her discarded glance, he kicked it up and spun it as he caught it. Then he struck, the blunt steel of the blade smacking into her dripping slit. You can cum, he told her, barely audible above the wild cheers of the audience and her scream of release.
There were forty men and women in attendance, not counting the servants. Forty men and women, each indulging themselves in their own way. Themanto Kaydias right, a plump bald fellow, was straddled by his buxom brunette of a servant. She lay back on the table, arranging morsels of food on her bare skin and replacing them as the man ate them.
To her left, a curvyamber-skinned womanelected to sit on the lap of her muscular servant. She braced her arms against the table, clearly enjoying the feel of his body moving against her as he leaned forward to bring morsels of food to her lips.
Kaydias servant dipped his fingers in a thick purple sauce, one that smelled sweet as he gently painted it on her lips. Then he knelt as he lifted a sliver of cooked meat to his mouth. His dark eyes met hers as he leaned forward to offer it to her. Sauce clung to the morsel as it slid into her mouth, and there was a fleeting contact with, his silken tongue before it withdrew. More meat followed, his tongue gently removing the residue of the sauce after each bite, his fingers applying more.
Gentles of the Arena Av Lilla Doden, Hal-Jakan announced. He strode out into the the open area surrounded by the tables. I trust your meal was to your satisfaction? There were murmurs of agreement. Excellent! It is, of course, time for our traditional contest.
As he spoke a door opened, admitting ten shapes. They were low and long and thick, like great metallic caterpillars, undulating slightly as they formed a circle about him. Several attendees leaned forward, watching in interest. All of us have trained gladiators for the Arena Av Lilla Doden, and now it is our opportunity to display our own skills.
His red-haired servant approached, carrying the urn. Before our peers, those of us who are chosen will pit our skills, our wullpower, and our desires against the ministrations of the Sybar-34 pleasure units before you. The trainer who outlasts the others, who resists the delights of the flesh the longest, will be acclaimed the champion!
Smiling in acknowledgement of the applause, he began dramatically withdrawing orbs and calling names. Aveeli Hayedk.
The woman who had sat to Kaydias left laughed in delight as she rose. Her servant followed her, slowly undressing her as she chose a machine to straddle. Corinna Valentine. Marmoi Kidmpent. He was a older man with a neatly-trimmed beard, who walked with a dancers grace as he stepped into the circle. Ommol Aadedai. Sidara Arrel. Ah.... He grinned as he made a show of trying to put the next orb back, enjoying the laughter of his peers as his servant moved the urn so he couldnt reach it. Why, its me. I thought I fixed the draw better than that! More laughter.
Lets see, he said, thrusting his hand into the urn. Juszack Knama. He was a whip-thin young man with a hawk nose. Pianne Jarrde. Rast Cyn. And finally... he withdrew the last orb. Nyamelo Cordfay.
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Kaydia glanced up at the calling of her cover name, trying to decide whether to play along. Already several other participants were hooked up to the droids, giggling and sighing as the devices seemed to mold to their bodies. No, it was probably better if she complied. And really, she was tired of resisting her own aching lust.
Her servant undressed her with strong, firm hands, taking liberties over bare skin. His cock throbbed against her ass, as he led her towards the last remaining device, and truthfully, she was more interested in ride him than a silly machine. But this was yet another task she needed to complete to get closer to the center of the conspiracy. Maybe afterwards she could fuck this delicious man.
Best of luck, Mistress, he murmured, his breath ghosting over her skin and stirring the desperate need in her blood. He helped to position her upon the droid, feeling her up even more brazenly this time, as he pinched her nipples to grow them erect, and then placed a smooth tube over them. It latched with a delightful suction, pulsing in time with her own needy throbbing.
Meanwhile, her servants fingers traced the opening of her slit, before pushing into her. As wet as she was, there was no resistance, swallowing two thick digits as deep as they would go. He stroked into her twice, before spreading her cunt open, and feeding a thick phallus into her. It wasnt long, but stretched her in a way that was just on the right side of painful. Another one, longer but slender, was pushed into her ass, and rational thought slipped from her mind as her body filled with mechanical approximations of cock. Her servant took a kiss, deep and probing, before bringing a length to her mouth as well. All of her holes were stuffed, and she trembled in ecstasy. And the damn thing wasnt even on yet.
If you win, Mistress, her servant whispered, pressing his chest into her back, I will make your wildest desires come true. Oh,to Fuck. Much like her husband, and his surprising success in the arena, Kaydia refused to lose. Not with that promising humming in her mind.
It wouldnt be easy, she knew. Not when the droid hummed to life, its thick phallus rubbing against her smooth inner walls. It didnt penetrate, not in the way a man would, but seemed to rotate instead. Immense pressure, becoming pleasure as it stretched her pussy in new and mesmerizing ways. This was... interesting.
Kaydias one saving grace was the relentless training shed undergone with Quentin, disguised as his games in making her beg for pleasure and release. Did her opponents realize she had the same extensive training in resisting her desire as the Arenas newest star? Still, the new and unfamiliar stimulation from the droid was a struggle to resist, so she shared her sensations with Quentin.
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The droid shifted position beneath Kaydia, folding up and over her, gently pushing her forward as it became a gentle weight in her back bearing her down into the oddly-yielding metal that molded to her bare body. Steel gently cupped and squeezed her breasts as it began to undulate against her, rhythmically thrusting the artificial cocks first into her cunt and then into her ass.
Textures changed. The body of the droid beneath her remained hard steel, firm and unyielding against her skin. Against her back, however, it took in a fur-like quality, becoming a thousand whispering caresses. A few of the hairs were rigid, though, dragging sharp lines of almost-pain along her back.
There was a ragged cry of pleasure from Kaydias left, the sound of a woman lost in orgasm. Sidara writhed in ecstasy, arms and legs clutching at a droid which had somehow become transparent, displaying her o the gathering as she moaned and shuddered in release.
The steel cocks in Kaydia thickened, stretching her ass and cunt on their girths as they spun and thrust and vibrated. Textures changed as well, ridges and veins rising from the smooth steel to drag over slick, sensitive flesh. Across the circle Hal-Jakan stared at her, his body and thick cock suddenly visible as his machine became transparent. There was a hungry challenge in his eyes, and he stared at her as his muscles flexed and he began fucking his machine while watching her.
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There was a threat in Hals leer, a threat that should have bothered Kaydia more. Would have bothered her more, if she werent so lost in her own pleasure sensations. All that mattered tonight was playing along, and gaining just enough trust to move deeper into the traffickers ranks.
But thoughts were difficult, as the droid worked in her. On her. Pleasure came in waves, growing, reaching to that peak, but dropping off before she could reach climax. Ache gripped her core, quaking muscles begging for release. But she could hold out. She would hold out. She would win.
Another two screams rung out, a feminine and masculine one, and for a brief moment, Kaydia wanted to follow them over the edge. The newest shift of the droid resulted in more friction, bumps and ridges teasing her sensitive walls. The droid grew warm against her skin, like a lovers embrace. Almost slick, like the perspiration that accompanied passion trysts.
More cries filled the room, rising to a crescendo as the sensations built. Even Kaydia joined in now, her cries rising with the increased momentum drove her closer and closer. Three more opponents reached their climax, but Kaydia held on a bit longer.
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The steel cocks buried in Kaydias ass and slit divided, each splitting in two and akternating their thrusts as they rotated in different directions. Something hard and flexible and slick caressed her lips as they stretched and flexed around the thrusts, then teased and stroked her clit. The molds cupping her breasts altered, shifting to press them around a thick pulsing rod that moved in time with the rod that thrust into her mouth.
More ecstatic cries filled the air as competitors lost themselves in their machines. In Kaydias peripheral vision, Sidara still straddled her droid, moaning loudly as one of her servants fucked her from behind until a colleague silenced her cries by dragging her face between her thighs. Corinna straddled a servant, riding him hard as a colleague drove into her ass. Two ither men stood beside her, gasping as she gripped their cocks and alternated sucking them.
Hal-Jakan was the only other competitor left, fists white knuckles on the droid as he fucked it, as it fucked him. His eyes were closed in concentration, struggling against his climax as the machine pushed his limits. With a sudden cry he lost his struggle, his cum clearly visible through the transparent droid as it erupted in thick ropes from his cock.
Quentin gasped as water cascaded over his skin, his cock suddenly rock hard despite his recent orgasms. He leaned into the wall, bracing himself as he shook with reaction.
You all right? Shrikee asked, poking her head into the stall. Her long blonde hair clung to her neck and back in thick damp ropes, proof of the showershed just completed.
Its... Ka... Its Nyamelo... he husked, feeling like he was sturuggling for breath. Shes...
Ah, Shrikee said, comprehension dawning. The Owner Party she got to nvited to. Never been to one, but Ive heard they get pretty wild. She paused. She all right?
I... he managed a nod. Yeah. Its just... just... oh, fuck. The... feedback...
Hm. She slid into the stall and into his arms, her sleek body moving against him as he devoured her mouth. Why dont we put that feedback to good use?
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Finally, lips still wrapped around the mechanical approximation of a cock, Kaydia allowed herself a smile, giving into the burning lust that had consumed her all evening. And, she made sure to share that maddening pleasure with Quentin, repaying but a taste of the sensual torment hed inflicted upon her this night.
In conjunction with her orgasm, the droid went rigid, all three (or was it more now? So hard to tell and harder to care) phalluses spraying a warm, viscous substance inside her. Not unlike ejaculate, and quite pleasant tasting, almost sweet. What started warm quickly grew even hotter, turning delightful friction into insane ecstasy, every inch of her skin trembling and longing touch and sensation.
And now, the latest object of her longing, the servant whose name she didnt know, replaced the implement that had been inside her mouth with his tongue, probing and exploring her with a matching desire. Strong arms lifted her easily, smooth skin sliding against her own sweat slick skin. Bracing her back into a wall, reminding her of her favorite position with Quentin, he pulled her down his shaft, fighting against her own quivering muscles to fill her with his swollen cock.
Fuck, he gasped, his entire length buried in her, I can feel the Euphoria inside you. Perhaps, in another moment, when her mind wasnt so consumed with pleasure, Kaydia could have figured out that Euphoria referred to the emollient that had been pumped into her. All she knew in this moment was that it made her more sensitive, needier for the touch of another.
You feel so fucking good, mistress A mini climax quiver along her nerves at the word, clenching against his delicious shaft.
Cum in me, She plead, demanded, making sure Quentin could feel the delightful and aggressive fucking she took. Feeling him fucking Shrikee in turn, their movements synchronized, despite the distance.Cum in her, While he cums in me.
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Fuck, Shrikee wouldnt have expected anyone to be so hard and hungry after the performance Malachi put on in the arena. Impossible for any but a Jedi, surely, who could ignore the limitations of fatigue. Toned legs tightened around his waist as he pushed her against the shower wall, filling her with that incredibly thick cock. Steel hard, and throbbing in time with his strokes into her.
More than that, she knew, she could feel how much he desired and craved his wife, could feel his hunger in each upward thrust into her. That, despite her previous threats, about making him think of her while fucking Nyamelo, his wife consumed his mind while his cock was buried in her. It might have made her more jealous, if it werent so fucking hot to be on the receiving end of it. A taste of their passion. Malachi Oh fuck, Malachi Im cumming!
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Rope after thick rope sprayed into Kaydias cunt, triggering another release as the heat of his seed burst within her. Her body craved it, milking his thick shaft as Shrikees slit milked her husband.I am going to suck her taste from your cock, so I can finally fuck you tonight,Kaydia promised, leaning into her servants firm figure, as they both gasped and heaved and came down from the height of climax.
Straining, He lied her down on a wide flat surface, and shifted to lie behind her. Mostly sated, Kaydia shared a lingering kiss with him, enjoying the ways he explored her heated, still responsive, flesh. Somehow, from behind her, he grabbed a hold her ankles, holding her legs up and apart, and making an impressive display of her flexibility.
Hal Jakan appeared before her now, slipping between her spread legs and leaning over to kiss her. His cock brushed against her pussy, still pulsing and dripping from her multiple climaxes.No no.She wanted to speak, wanted to cry out, but instead, her mouth opened to his, and his tongue silenced her objections. Still, her servant held her ankles, high above her head and spread open, as if to make an offering of her to anyone here. To everyone here. Hals hands were a brief warning, gripping her hips for just a moment before pushing his cock inside her.No!
Do you like the Euphoria? Hal asked, running his tongue along her earlobe. He wasnt moving yet, just buried balls deep inside her. We use it to train all the escorts here, to train them to crave their clients pleasure as fiercely as their own. He flexed within her depths, and despite hating the man for what he did, her body responded, squeezing against his intruding cock.
Wait waiAH! she cried, as he slid out of her, just to drive his cock into her again.
Its okay, Nyamelo. Everyones enjoying themselves. And I can feel how much you love this. He stood over her then, maintaining a steady rhythm as he spoke. I did my research, on you; Ive seen the Telerath holovid. You crave this, dont you? Giving into your desire, and releasing control. You let yourself get fucked then, let yourself get used over and over again. You can give in, with us. Give in, and let your lust take over.
Oh, giving in was at the front of her mind, but it wasnt lust that called to her now. Scarlet laughed in her mind, drawing her closer to the darkness, to power and rage and strength. Despite the temptation, she reached for her husband, reaching for the strength to endure, and maintain balance.
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Malachi Oh fuck, Malachi Im cumming!
Quentin bit her earlobe hard enough to sting at that moment, gripping her hips and holding her still on his thick meat.Cum in her, Kaydia demanded.While he cums in me. Not yet, he growled into her ear,
Shrikee whimpered, powerful legs flexing and strong hands digging into his back as she tried to move on him. It took all his strength to hang onto her, to keep her sleek body from taking what all three of them wanted at that moment. Fuck... she growle, biting at his chin. Oh... fuck... you...
Quentin slammed into her, hard, as he felt the servants cum flood his wife and felt her orgasm through the Force. Shrikee climaxed on the second deep strike and he followed on the third, amplifying Kaydias pleasure with the firce of his own as he emptied himself into the blonde that clung to him. His mouth filled Shrikees tongue, letting Kaydia taste and smell her through his senses.
Shrikee clung to him to keep from falls my as their pleasure ebbed. Tease, she managed with a weak laugh.
That, he managed, is why you wanted to partner up.
True. Shrikee drew a deep breath. She... was here, somehow. Wasnt she? When Quentin nodded, she shivered. Damn. Thats kind of hot, really. She was fucking someone too, wasnt she?
Yeah, he agreed. She.... His eyes went wide as he felt Kaydia reach out through the Force. Felt her alarm, and loss of control, and the rising tide of darkness in her.
What is..? Shrikee started to ask, only to stop as Quentin held a finger to her lips.
Kaydia, he called.Im here. Whats going on? Do you need me to come get you?
Hal-Jakan shifted a little, his hands sliding over Kaydias thighs as he drove into her once more. This is just an initiation, he murmured, gripping her ankles and sliding them up to hook over his shoulders. We all go through it, all of us uniting in one. His hands gripped her ass and he drove into her, deeper now.
It is a way to understand what the gladiators experience, murmured Hal-Jakansred-haired servant, crouching beside Kaydia to nip at her hip and belly. She slid into Kaydia with a sense buoys grace, her thighs on either side of Kaydias head and her full breasts soft against Kaydias stomach. And to fuck without inhibition, of course. Her tongue explores Kaydias slit and the thick cock stretching it.
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Kaydias body moved outside her control, bringing back terrible memories from her past. Memories of Aldane controlling her actions, making her an active participant in his violation of her. There was no Sith this time, just drug designed to tear down her resistance and inhibitions. It would have been easy, too easy to disassociate from herself them, hiding under the mask of Scarlet to protect herself from the horror of her reality.
Kaydia, Quentin called, reaching through their bond.Im here. Whats going on? Do you need me to come get you?
Imshe tried explaining, finding herself at a loss for words as pleasure competed with distress in her mind. Incongruent physical and mental stimuli, further complicating her understanding or comprehension. Instead of communicating with words, Kaydia shared her sensations with Quentin, the feel of Hal thrusting into her, and speaking of his plan. This initiation for her.
Would this bring her closer to the center of the conspiracy? And what would happen if Quentin came now, and pull her out? What would happen to the slaves, if they pulled out now?
I I can endure,she insisted to Quentin, writhing as the womans skin slid over her own, like electrified silk. Her arousal hung over Kaydias face, invading her mind with the heavy presence of her musk and her heat. No, she couldnt just endure. She had to participate, enthusiastically, to gain their trust get invited deeper within.We cant pull out now, were too close to the truth.
Hideous pleasure surge along her nerves, her slit swallowing and stretching Hals cock and the womans tongue. Her own tongue darted out, to taste the women, to partake in this debauchery, and prove herself as depraved as any here.
Were going to enjoy you, Nyamelo, Hal promised. Threatened. He straightened up, hands on her hips to pull her hard into his strokes. And youre going to enjoy this too. Kaydia couldnt see his expression, not with her face buried in the cunt of the woman above her, but she could feel his smirk at the word, his dripping smugness. Then two strokes later, his cum pumped into her body, slimy and sliding down her ass as he pulled out of her.
Please, dont leave me,she begged Quentin, clinging to the comfort of his presence.Dont leave me alone.
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Please, dont leave me,Kaydia begged as he felt the near-horror of her orgasm, followed by the feel of a man coming in her.Dont leave me alone.
I wont,he assured her.Im here. Im right here.
What is it? Shrikee demanded, peering at his face. Is Nyamelo in trouble? She looked around, then realized they were in the shower. Do we have to go murder someone?
Shes.... He tried to choose his words carefully. Theres an orgy, and drugs that reduce inhibitions. And she had to go along, to maintain her cover.
Fuck. Shrikees hands balled into fists. Those fuckers.
Hal-Jakans servant moaned into Kaydias cunt, lapping her masters cum from her slit As she did a new cock pushed into Kaydia, one belonging to a bear of a man who began driving himself into her hard enough to make her body bounce. Oh fuck, he groaned. She feels even better than I thought.
The redhead shuddered, her juices drenching Kaydias face as she cried out in release. A moment later she was pushed aside, rolling to the floor in an undignified heap as a mint-skinned Teilek make stood above Kaydia, his throbbing cock standing erect as he brushed his head against her lips. Ill bet, he grinned, pushing his head between lips made slick with the redheads juices and his precum. Show me how well you can suck a man dry, Cordfay.
The redhead rose up on her knees, supporting Kaydias head as the Teilek strsddled her face and tucked her throat. Enjoy it, she whispered, toying with one breast and licking her ear. There are no limits here. She gasped as a dark hand pushed her up gently vet Kaydias belly, pinning her down as a man drove into her from behind. Every... pleasure. Yours.
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Decadence and depravity and dick filled the room, filled her body and even her mind. Quentins presence was a tender caress, intimate and gentle and utterly opposite the perverse physicality of the orgy.
Any other time, they could have enjoyed this, shared the pleasure through their bond. Now, it was just a reminder of the ways her body betrayed her, a reminder of all the times her body betrayed her.
Her one saving grace was Quentin. At least he kept her anchored herself, inKaydia, in their bond. Without him, it would have been too easy to dissociate and let Scarlet take over.
Kaydia last track of who had her or how many it had been. Before long the other guests were reduced to a series of hands and tongues and cocks that took their pleasure in her, and took pleasure in her own bewildering climaxes. Physical sensation consumed her, disconnected from her mind and despite her disgust. But her shame grew deeper with each new lover, and each unwilling orgasm.
Jedi could push past the limits of the physical body, but even a Jedi had limits, and Kaydia was coming upon hers. The performance of enthusiasm was as draining as the physical acts, pretending to enjoy this usurpation of her sensations, and not give into her darkness. But that control was waning, and her conscious grew heavy and obscured.
Please, come get me. I cant do this anymore.
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By the time Quentin arrived, the party had mostly died down. A few small groups finished their final acts, including the last man thrusting into Kaydias nearly limp body. Hal looked on,
Glad youre here, Malachi, Hal called out, not standing, but instead gripped the redhead sucking him off, Your performance tonight was spectacular. Truly you have
The man inside Kaydia finished, thrust deep one last time, adding his load to the dozens that had been inside her that evening. He pulled out, his seed spilling from her as he did, and walked away, avoiding eye contact with Quentin. Hal Jakan, however, didnt look away. Just closed his eyes for a moment, accompanying a contented sigh. Eyes open, he smirked at Quentin.
Shes still pretty tight, if you wanted to take a turn on her. I doubt the Euphorias worn off yet.
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Shes still pretty tight, if you wanted to take a turn on her. I doubt the Euphorias worn off yet.
It would be so easy to kill him, to kill everyone in this room. Quentins hand twitched, itching to reach for the lightsaber he held concealed in his jacket. Kaydias horror still lingered in his mind, horror caused not by her multiple partners but by the loss of control the drug had induced. The betrayal of her own flesh, a haunting memory of the SIN and of Aldanes tortures. A black rage simmered up inside him, and...
Not right now, Shrikee said, resting a hand on his shoulder. It looks like she needs to rest, now.
Her touch reminded him of why hed asked her to come with him. Literally, she was there to keep him from murdering the room. Yes, he agreed. Then he forced a smile. Besides, Ive never needed drugs to bed her.
The redhead on Hals dick climaxed with a small muffled gasp, her fingers still playing her clit. Then she licked his meat clean before crawling away. Have it your way, Hal said magnanimously. Ill have my assistant contact her in the morning, to arrange an appointment. We have business to discuss, after all.
You do that, Quentin managed. Then he unrolled the sheet he carried under one arm and draped it over his wife before lifting her into his arms.
Quentin sat at the side of the tub, helping Kaydia wash sweat and cum from her skin. Shrikee had left as soon as theyd gotten her into the bath, deciding that this was a time that the couple needed some privacy. And shed been right.
Are you all right? he asked aloud. In the Force, though, his tenor was different.We should just grab the son of a bitch!he raged, darkness roiling and surging with the words.Just tear the information from him, and rip the Crucible apart!
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Are you all right? he asked aloud.
Yeah, just a little tired, and sore, she murmured aloud, sinking into her bond with her husband. The orgy might have been over, but a lust for murder still coursed in her blood, fed by the synchronized and sympathetic rage in Quentin. Fantasies of killing every last person in that room, every last person who had participated in that orgy, danced in her mind, not hidden from her bond with her husband.
We should just grab the son of a bitch!he raged, darkness roiling and surging with the words.Just tear the information from him, and rip the Crucible apart!
Yes,she agreed, hatred fueling renewed energy in her. Logically, she knew it should have bothered her more how much Quentin let this affect him, how much control his own emotions had over him, in the moment. But rationality was buried under layers of resurgent hostility, under memories of her worst torments, and the shame and pain that accompanied them. The jedi in her insisted she meditate to regain balance, but that voice was drowned out by the harmonious darkness swelling in Quentin.
Temper set her blood aflame, igniting a sort of dark lust in her. She grabbed Quentin then, taking a hungry, full mouthed kiss from him. just a few moments, she didnt care about the act and she didnt want to be Nyamelo anymore. Desperate fingers pulled Quentin closer, devouring his mouth with her own. Half her body hung out of the tub, wet skin pressing into Quentin and dampening his shirt. She refused to pull away, seeking some relief, some comfort, some sanctuary from the memories and the fury.
Tell me you would have killed him. Tell me you would have killed them all
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Water soaked his shirt as Kaydia clung to him, dragging him into a hard, fierce kiss that he returned with a desperate violence as her need flowed through him. unconcerned about his clothes, about anything except the demands of desire and the heat of the woman gripping him, he climbed into the tub and pushed her into the far wall. Water splashed and soaked into his clothes as he feasted on her.
Tell me you would have killed him, she demanded, hands dragging at his sopping shirt. Tell me you would have killed them all
There was a distant voice of warning at that, one he ignored in the heat of the moment. One that was easily ignored in the rush if mingling lust and rage, and the taste of scented water on her bare skin.Paralysis, he snarled, squeezing a firm breast and sucking hard on a nipple as he shifted, giving her room to push his trousers down over his hips.Block voluntary motor control, and shatter each of his bones. Let him move just enough to scream.
His thick cock ground against her belly as he grabbed a fistfull of long red hair, pulling her head back so he could bite at her throat. His teeth were hard, leaving dark bruises on pale skin in answer to a primal need tomark her as his.Id have left him to die, he snarled, shoving her head back into the tile as he forced his tongue into her mouth.Bleeding out internally, muscles and organs shredded by fragments of bone.
His nails raked her back, still using her hair as a handhold. His free hand slid over her body, lubricated by the oil-scented water, then gripped her thigh and lifted. His cock slid against her, stroking over her lips before thrusting deep, using her own desire and the cum that had filled her to take her with a single thrust.Lightsaber, growled, pinning her against the wall. Water sloshed with each thrust, overflowing the tub as he drive into her.Seal the room, and slaughter them all.
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Kaydia ached, tender from the multitude whod fucked her, just a little while before. She ached, but she didnt care, clenching sore muscles around Quentin with every thrust. He was worth the pain, and the pain empowered her. She drew on that power, drawing deeper into their bond, and into his pleasure within her.
His words filled her mind, playing out in her imagination. The pirates who had captured them, the ones that had implanted the SIN in her. Aldane, Linora, and her men. The partygoers, whod taken her again and again and again. Sabers were bloodless weapons, for the most part, but her fantasies painted Quentin scarlet in the blood of her tormentors. His hands still slick as he claimed her, fucking her in the blood puddles of their foes.
Fuck me, Quentin,she moaned into his mind, straining leg pulling him closer. Her far wall was already battered and bruised from the orgy, but she held him deep inside her.Fucking take me, Quentin. Make you yours again. All yoursNails drew down his back, drawing blood. Wishing she could have drawn blood against Hal Jakan. It had been so long since she last killed the man she was fucking. Maybe it shouldnt have been.
Take me, She gasped aloud, finger tight in his hair to bring his lips to hers. Tears streamed down her cheeks, invisible against the splashing water. Pain made her angrier, sent her deeper into herself, into their connection, seeking the strength to prevent this from happening again.Your Scarlet wants you to fuck her hard. I need you.
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The pain spiking down his back alloyed with the pleasure of her body against and around him, reinforced by the hunger and pain and pleasure that poured out of her as he fucked her. Fucked them both. Take me, she gasped aloud, and he could taste the salt of her tears on her lips as she kissed him.
Mine, he growled, biting her lip as he hammered his cock into her, feeling her gasp at the melange of pleasure and pain each thrust generated. Her thigh slid over his, dragging him deeper as he filled her, her hands hard and nails sharp on his back. Mine.
Rage filled his mind, rage and lust as she ducked him back. He could taste her desire for revenge and his body, feel her hunger to crush Hal Jakan and the Crucible and everyone whod ever hurt her. He knew he should pull back, understood the risk that...
Your Scarlet wants you to fuck her hard. I need you.
Water cascaded across the floor as he drove deep into her, forcing her body up the slippery tile of the wall as his cock slammed into her. Fuck, he snarled. Take it. Take it all. More water splashed as he pushed up on his knees, impaling her on his shaft. His hand dragged on her hair, dragging her down onto him.My Scarlet, he said, teeth sharp and stinging on her throat.Mine. Mine.
Red-orange flame glittered in his eyes as he forced her head against the wall, his mouth devouring hers. The same flames echoed and reflected in her green gaze as her fingers tangled and dusted in his hair, taking from him as he took from her. He roared aloud as he climaxed, driving her into the wall one last time as his cock pulsed within her and her name echoed in his mind and hers.SCARLET!
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Passion flared in her eyes, a combination of rage and pleasure. His pleasure burned bright in her mind and along her nerves, drawing a climax from her aching muscles and tired body. Perhaps they should have meditated instead, but Kaydia like knowing that there was a darkness in Quentin too, a reflection of her own shortcomings. Wrapped around her husband, body and mind, Kaydia felt a little less alone.
Once the adrenaline of bliss and rage passed through her, she collapsed into his arms and buried her head in his shoulder. The tears streamed down her cheek and smudged his soaking skin. None of that would ever be more than a fantasy, confined to the deepest recesses of her mind and their bond. None of it could ever be real. They were Jedi, and therefore better than that.
Hold me.Just for tonight, she didnt want to be a Jedi, or Nyamelo or even Scarlet. All she wanted now was to be Kaydia, to be Quentins wife.Hold me, and dont let go.
Eventually They got out of the tub and dried off, and eventually she fell into a restless sleep, entwined around Quentin and refusing let go. The next morning, it was time to be Nyamelo again. Last nights fury became an icy mask on her features, burying her pain beneath the layers of performance. They were to meet Hal Jakan again, to attend a gladiator auction. They might have been back in their roles, but neither was willing to play along any longer, and as soon as the moment afforded itself, they would strike, and pry the information from his mind by whatever means necessary.
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Quentin didnt sleep that night, too shaken by the emotional roller coaster of the evening and the rage that filled him. Long after Kaydia fell asleep he meditated, trying to regain his balance. Seeking to acknowledge the darkness within but not be ruled by it.There is emotion, he reminded himself,but there is peace.
Paralysis.Block voluntary motor control, and shatter each of his bones. Let him move just enough to scream.
Balance was difficult. Peace was a struggle. Because hewantedHal Jakan to suffer. Because hed set Kaydia up. Because the son of a bitch had participated in gang raping his wife.Id have left him to die. Bleeding out internally, muscles and organs shredded by fragments of bone.
It didnt matter that Kaydia had gone along with it, to preserve her cover. It had still been rape.There is emotion, but there is peace. But he still wanted the man to suffer.
So, Shrikee asked, sounding concerned, you two, uhm, all right? She was wearing a one-piece Black catsuit with a zippered front, and a black jacket and boots. An outfit, Quentin assumed, that was as close to professional as the gladiators wardrobe got.
No, Quentin said, stifling a yawn and pouring himself a mug of tea. Not really.
I suppose not, Shrikee grimaced. I, uhm, did some research on Euphoria. Its not addictive, not physically addictive at least. So theres that.
Quentin shook his head grimly. Yeah. Theres that. He sipped his tea. Weve got an auction to attend. Have you seen one? What are they like?
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Shrikee was right that Euphoria wasnt physically addictive, because it wasnt Euphoria that she craved. Now the sweet embrace of Inertia call to her, the pleasant haze that would separate her from the memories. Even without the Euphoria, she felt too much, and for just a bit, she might like to feel a little less.
But she was stronger than her addiction. Or, at least, she should have been. But the lingering darkness in Quentin left her snappish. So she covered impatience in a deep drink of hot tea.
Weve got an auction to attend. Have you seen one? What are they like?
Shrikee frowned, Well, they line the gladiators in the arena and have them do some exhibition stuff. Anything short of fighting an actual bout. Its far tamer than anything that happened last night. Her eyes flickered over to Kaydia then, filled with a quiet appraisal. Kaydia nodded once.
Well, lets not keep them waiting.
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Ten other lanistae stood in the owners box, drinking and eating with an aloof contentment. She recognized every last face present, remembered everyone from night. And despite what those memories brought up in her, she too needed to adopt a casual air of interest. Nyamelo Cordfay gladly participated in last nights orgy.
In the arena, a dozen nearly nude men and women strode about, taking up various weapons and trying a few moves before setting them back down and trying something else.
Anything catch your eye, Nyamelo? Hal Jakan asked, passing her a drink and touching her bare arm. It took nerves of steel not to stiffen, not to show her inner distress, and despite all that, she forced a smile.
Well, form up here they do seem impressive, she agreed, motioning with her drink. Would it be possible for Malachi to get a closer view of the contenders? Despite being an amateur, he seems to have a decent head for this. She met Quentins eyes for just a moment.This might be a good chance to get him alone, and pull the info right from his head, she suggested, disguising their connection by sipping her drink.
Hal wore his typical, magnanimous grin, That can certainly be arranged. Follow me. He led Malachi out of the main room and down the hall into the elevator. Punching in a code, the doors opened for him and he entered first.
So, was she the reason you broke you vows, Hal Jakan wondered aloud, before turning to face him, Or was she just the one who took you in after you left the Order, Quentin Hall?
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Quentin took a position at the back of the lift, idly wondering if he could make a move here. Probably not, he decided. The elevator was, most likely, under surveillance. As was the rest of the brothel, really. Despite his desire to end this, it would be nice to survive getting the information they needed.
So, was she the reason you broke you vows, Hal Jakan asked as he rapped the controls.
My vows? Quentin didnt allow himself to tense at the question, but it was certainly alarming. Particularly since Hal Jakan had identified his fighting style earlier.
The man turned to face him, Or was she just the one who took you in after you left the Order, Quentin Hall?
The last I heard, Quentin replies, thisQuentin Hallwas dead.
The two men stared at each other, sizing one another up. Then Hal Jakan smiled. A dead man with quite a busy career. Black Sun wants him dead for crippling their Mustafar operations.
Perhaps they should be more careful about annoying dead Jedi? Quentin replied.
Indeed. Hal Jakan shrugged. How did you come to serve Madame Nyamelo Cordfay?
A shrug. Lets just say that she could make a Jedi Master forget his vows. He paused, then smiled. And the pay isnt bad, either.
The lift stopped, and the door slid open. It would be at that, Hal Jakan laughed. And so Quentin Hall is dead, and you are Malachi Hardin. How did you come to be in the service of Madame Cordfay, then, Malachi? You seem far more skilled than the typical security specialist a business woman if her rank requires.
Quentin shrugged. I enjoy a position that allows me a great deal of flexibility.
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I must say, youve performed most impressively, Hal Jakan acknowledged, leading hmm down the hallway that fed into the arena, And Madame Cordfay possess a certain cunning and insight that is quite valuable. I think both of you could be worthwhile partners in a business venture I am involved in. Perhaps we could discuss it over dinner tonight, just the three of us?
The entered the arena together, and all the gathered gladiator stood tall, powerful bodies erect and posed to accentuate their strengths. Did you want to spar with them, or were you thinking something else, Malachi?
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There would be no need for Quentin to relay the details to her later, not as she experienced his conversation with Hal through their bond.
He knows too much, Kaydia fretted, covering her tension in a drink. Dammit, they were so close now. So close, and too deep. She couldnt turn back not, not after everything that had happened. Idly, she watched the gladiators from the viewing room, and turned her attention towards Quentin as he entered the arena.
He suspects that you are a Jedi, but not me. That would be their ace in the hole, their secret weapon. Because it was too late to turn back now.
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I would need to discuss the matter with Madame Cordfay, of course, Quentin replied, carefully controlling his reactions to Hal-Jakans invitation. But I am certain she would be delighted. He offered a small smile that he didnt really feel. This trip had - originally - been intended as a vacation. But the business prospects are... exciting.
He knows too much, Kaydia fretted.
Knows? Quentin replied.Or suspects? Although it bothers me that he saw through my disguise. I may need to retire Malachi Hardin for a while.
He could feel Kaydias thoughts working.He suspects that you are a Jedi, but not me.
Which, clearly, will be an advantage. Quentins thoughts shaped the smirk he carefully kept off his face.He wont maintain the same mental shields around you as around me.
By now, theyd entered the arena. A dozen men and women, all human or nearly human, stood posed to display their physiques. It wasnt hard to appreciate them, either, since all were naked and oiled. Did you want to spar with them, Hal-Jakan asked, or were you thinking something else, Malachi?
For now, Quentin replied thoughtfully, have them demonstrate weapon and unarmed combat firms. He shrugged. I want to see what they know, and how much theyll need to learn.
The demonstrations took nearly two hours, and Quentin was ready for it to be done nearly an hour before that. Instead he took notes, and offered a few of them some useful criticisms, and made a show of identifying three with great promise. The final decision is with Madame, of course, he said when it was finally over. But she often follows my recommendations in such matters.
In personal alone? Hal-Jakan asked, rising as well.
No, Quentin replied. And I feel confident that shell be interested in meeting you over dinner tonight.
Excellent, Hal-Jakan said with a small smile. I look forward to seeing more of her.
It took a heroic effort not to crush the mans throat. Until tonight, then. Offering by a shallow bow, he turned and stride towards the exit.I assume you heard that?
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Of course.Ice clinked in her glass as she threw the rest of it back, and made her rounds to excuse herself once Quentin returned. They spoke of the gladiators, aloud, with him offering his suggestion, while under the surface they made plans for that evening. She refused to be caught off guard again.
Kaydia spent the rest of the afternoon preparing herself. Which meant meditation, in her case. As good as it felt to give into her emotions, she needed control. They were too close to fail now.
Dinner was away from the Velvet Hour, an upscale restaurant staffed by sentient beings. Upon checking in on the reservation, the host lead them through the dining hall, to second floor, where private dining suites waited. When they arrived at the last door on the left, a full service of hor doeuvres presented on the table, and Hal Jakan, standing to meet her.
Ah, Nyamelo, he greeted as she stepped through the door, with Quentin a few steps behind. He took her hands, not in a handshake, but gripped her fingers. There was affection in the gesture, an intimacy she wanted to recoil from, but she forced herself to smile. Im so glad you decided to join me this evening. I trust that Malachi here relayed my offer?
Kaydia took a seat across from Hal, with Quentin seated behind her. Drawing on their bond, Kaydia maintained balance. He mentioned it, but I really need more details before I can come to any decision.
In time, in time. Hal waved off her concerns, and poured them each a glass of dark wine. I find such meeting more agreeable on a full stomach. He smirked over his glass, appraising her with eyes that had seen her naked, Of course, I can make our dinner a far more agreeable time as well, if you so desire.
That will not be necessary, Kaydia insisted, her voice coming out as a physical presence in the room. Hal froze for a moment, smile gone and eyes narrowed, before placing down his glass of wine. Did he sense the compulsion, or was he caught off guard by her tone? I really wish to hear more about this opportunity you are offering. His expression softened, became receptive. Good. Now was the moment to strike.
Tell me more, she purred, enjoying the control. A bit too much, perhaps, but she refused to back down. Not now. Tell me everything.
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Quentin took his seat behind Kaydia, watching the redhead seated behind Hal Jakan. She was the same one hed seen the night before, fingering herself as she sucked the slaver off. So she was a bodyguard as well? Interesting. Was she a slave, he wondered? Or an employee?
Of course, with criminal cartels, the difference betweenslaveandemployeewas narrow at best.
I find such meeting more agreeable on a full stomach. Jakan smirked over his glass, appraising Kaydia with hungry eyes. Quentin controlled the urge to punch him in the face. Of course, I can make our dinner a far more agreeable time as well, if you so desire.
That will not be necessary, Kaydia replied, and the Force was a subtle lash in the words. Hal froze for a moment, and the bodyguards attention shifted subtly to Kaydia as the slavery set his glass down. I really wish to hear more about this opportunity you are offering.
Was the bodyguard sensitive as well? That could prove troublesome. So Quentin caught her eye, then made a show of appreciating the cleavage she displayed in her minidress. She smiled back, licking her lips as she did.
Tell me more, Kaydia purred. Tell me everything.
Lay everything right out, Jakan remarked, sipping his wine. I like that in a business partner - and I think wed makeexcellentpartners, Nyamelo. He placed the glass down. Youve got a good eye for gladiators, and youve got connections with Golb GmbH - a firm that operatesjuston the legal side if the line with some of their dealings. And youve managed to tame yourself a Jedi.
He smiled at Kaydias expression. Oh, dont worry. Malachi already knows I know his real identity. Im impressed, not horrified. He leaned forward, slightly. Youreextremelytalented, and youve made yourselfextremelyrich with your talents. But Im offering to make you richer, and more powerful.
He paused, examining her expression. Have you ever heard of the Crucible?
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Everything she did in those moments was performance, sinking deep into the Nyamelo persona. She even, made sure to wear surprise on her feature when Hal mentioned her taming a Jedi. All the while she was aware of Quentins perceptions, including his inkling that Hals redhead might be force sensitive. Well, that certainly explained a lot. And it meant she still had to be careful using the force. More than ever, she needed to keep her own connection hidden.
I can hardly call him tamed. Its more of a partnership, and I understand you know a thing about partnership.
He paused, examining her expression.Have you ever heard of the Crucible?
Ive heard many unfortunate things, but I am willing to believe Ive been misled. Do you care to correct my misunderstanding? She relaxed into her chair, and sipped at her wine.
Hal shrugged, and smirked. There is a lot of false information out there, and I am impressed you can keep an open mind about it. Allow me to disabuse your misconceptions. We provide a product, a service of procurement. I guess you could call me a recruiter. And I imagine youd be quite a recruiter as well.
Well, this is certainly an intriguing offer. And I can see where the wealth comes in. But, how does it account for power?
Hal laughed, and served himself from the available dishes. I thought you knew, Nyamelo, wealth is power. But, there is more to it than that, admittedly. The members of the Crucible are wide spread, numerous, and well placed in positions of power.
Bingo. My, that is interesting. Well, how do I accept this,partnershipwith you?
Hal played a hand on hers and smiled. Revulsion bubbled in her mind, but she maintained a magnanimous smile. All things in time, dear. There is, of course, a bit of a vetting process. But I have no doubt you will be approved. You and Malachi would be valuable partners indeed.
No, no good. They were so close, and vetting could turn up more information about them than she liked. Above board, everything about their identities was established, but there was reason to think an organization like the Crucible might make use of underhanded methods to investigate potential members. The temptation to rip the knowledge from his mind remained, but it was so risky with red head present. Unless
Hmm, a curvy, redheaded force sensitive? Sounds like she might be your type. She muffled her laugh with a bite of diner, chewing methodically to give herself time to converse with Quentin.Teasing aside, it might be useful for you to seduce her, and keep her distracted so I can probe Hal Jakans mind.
Well, I say we need to celebrate this new partnership between us. I do believe you mentioned making our meeting more agreeable? Or, perhaps more competitive? She flashed a cocky grin, and didnt hide the way her eyes explored the pretty redhead. She wasnt usually on this side of the gaze. Perhaps our bodyguards can demonstrate their dedication and tenacity. Over a friendly wager?
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Seduce and distract her, huh?Quentin eyed Hal Jakans bodyguard.Any ideas how?
Well, I say we need to celebrate this new partnership between us. I do believe you mentioned making our meeting more agreeable? Or, perhaps more competitive? She said, responding to his question and Hal Jakans both. She didnt hide the way her eyes explored the pretty redhead.
Something more competitive? Jakan asked curiously, leaning in. His hand still rested on hers, caressing her skin. What did you have in mind?
Perhaps our bodyguards can demonstrate their dedication and tenacity. Kaydia replied. Over a friendly wager?
Oh, I rather like that, Jakan laughed. Say, Elloras services for three days against... he stroked the back of Kaydias hand, your company tomorrow evening?
Quentin could feel Kaydias revulsion through the Force, and from her amused smirk he could tell Ellora felt it as well. Sounds fun, she remarked with a chuckle. Either way.
Kaydia nodded agreement, a single, terse gesture. All right, Wuentin asked. Shall we adjourn somewhere else?
I dont see why, the redhead remarked, rising. This is a private suite, after all. Plenty of room.
Quentin appraised herclothes, and shook his head. Youre really not dressed for a fight, he remarked, and Id rather not...
I wouldnt be a very good bodyguard if I couldnt fight like this, she contradicted, putting on a choker and matching brackets - three plain bands of a bright, silvery metal. High end gladiator bands, Quentin realized. He caught the similar ones she tossed him. Weapons? Or bare-handed?
With a shrug, Quentin examines the bands and then clipped them on. No strong preference. Shrugging out of his coat, he drew a ten centimeter black rod from the forearm. Batons?
Sounds good to me, she agreed, drawing a similar weapon from a purse.
They moved out into the open area next to the table, eying one another carefully. As one, both combatants flicked open the batons - transforming them into meter-long staves - and attacked. Metal clashed on metal as they exchanged a rapid series of sword-like blows. Shii-Cho? she smiled. I thought youd do something more interesting.
And you countered with Makashi, Quentin replied.
Naturally. She smiled. Now, try this! She lunged in, engaging his baton in an opening gambit in the Djem So style. Quentin, partying furiously, gave ground.
I must confess something,Nyamelo, Hal Jakan smirked. You arent the only business person to tame a Jedi...
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is that so? Kaydia asked, with practiced surprise. You may have to share your technique. That is, assuming it was different from a generous compensation package and white-hot lust.
Hal laughed, and leaned in closer to her, Well, white-hot lust might have had something to do with it. Youll learn all about that once you officially join the Crucible. The clang of metal on metal cut through their conversation, and Quentin had to flip back to avoid a strike to the midsection. Or, perhaps even sooner, if Ellora proves her mettle here tonight.
I suspect you have something specific in mind, she murmured, watching with quiet intensity as Quentin countered Elloras strike, and connected with her tight stomach. Not that Kaydia really needed an explanation, based on what shed seen so far. Likely a mix of drugs and neural implants.
Oh, just you, trussed up with silken rope and leather grips. Posed in artful bondage where everyone could see, and anyone could have you. Where they would all see me taking my pleasure of you, and eager to pay top dollar to take their turn afterwards. But dont fret. I would ensure that you enjoy it just as much.
His vivid description filled her veins with ice, but Kaydia pushed the revulsion down. As disturbing as his plan was, his open frankness made plumbing his mind easy, no shield as she gathered details on the Crucibles operations and members. And if Malachi is victorious?
Then it shall be Ellora bound for use by you or anyone else who desires her, with all the profits directed to your accounts. And they tend to be quite substantial profits.
One of Elloras blows struck true, striking Quentins calf behind the knee, and sending him down on his back. The redhead was atop him in a flash, her skirt riding up her hips with two creamy thighs straddling his waist. A multitude of conflict feelings filled her mind, from a certain repulsion at Hal Jakans suggestions to a slight jealousy at the sight of another gorgeous redhead straddling her husband to the building lust in Quentins mind, fed by each blow Ellora landed in this position.
It took a heroic level of willpower to push those feelings aside, probing deeper in Hals mind. Names and positions and locations flashed in her mind faster than she could truly process. Theyd have a substantial case on their hands, once all this was sorted out.
Lending Quentin just a touch of her power, Kaydia relaxed into her seat, Looks like it will be a near thing, in either case.
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Quentin went down in an undignified heap, arousal and pleasure washing up from his knee and exploding from his back as he slammed into the ground. Ellora straddling him, grinding against his stiffening cock as she drove a fist into his chest didnt help. Good thing they werent lightsabers, she laughed, punching him again. Or youd have lost that leg.
True enough, he admitted. But lightsaber combat was never my preference.
Really? She drew back her fist. What was?
He slapped her arm aside as she struck, sending her fist into the floor instead of his face. As she tried to recover he struck up, thumb sinking a quarter of an inch into the base of her throat. Ellora rocked back and fell sideways, gagging and gasping for breath, clearly staggered by the mixed signals of pleasure and a panicked struggle for breath.
Quentin rolled sideways, calling his baton to his hand as he rose. Ellora came up as well, her own weapon thudding into her hand and hate and luster burning in her eyes. It was, he decided, a hotter combination than hed expected. Fuck... you... she growled out.
Wasnt that the idea? Quentin rejoined.
It does look like a near thing, Hal-Jakan agreed as Ellora lunged in a Djem So slash, feinting low and aiming at Quentins arm. Metal rang as he parried. I rather thought, even hoped, that he was defeated when she was atop him. He watched as Quentin scrapes his baton down Elloras, slashing at her hand. Still, its far from over yet.
There was a clatter as Quentins baton went flying. Got you! Ellora laughed, striking. Then she gasped as he spun, pinning her arm between his bicep and chest, and gripping her wrist. She cried out as he twisted her hand, forcing her to drop her own baton.
Are you sure? he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. Then he raised her arm over his shoulder and spun, twisting the limb around and behind before shoving her into the wall. Her helpless moan was a testament to how much the joint lock would have hurt without the harness. Because, he added, pinning her in place with his weight, Im not sure I see it.
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Ellora stood on legs like jelly, thighs trembling under the weight of her arousal. There was no give between his metal wall and his hard body, and hardest of all was his cock, prodding her ass through his slacks. Dammit, shed seen enough of his matches to know she wanted it in her, but shed really thought she could be the one to finally defeat him.
Now, she stood on the precipice of defeat, knowing it would be so easy for him to take her like this. All he had to do was unzip his pants and push her skirt up a few scant inches. Lust drooled down her thighs chaffing with each movement.Please danced on the tip of her tongue, the desire coiling in her loins becoming a physical ache in her body. Another desperate moan left her lips, her mind filled with fantasies of being filled by him, reaching for the barest willpower to formulate a defense.
Backed into a literal corner, instinct took over, and the elbow of her free arm cracked into his skull. It was harder than she intended, harder than she would normally strike one under the influence of the harness. He stumbled back, releasing her arm, and she took a deep breath as she turned to face him once more. His eyes were still sharp and focused. Good, she hadnt given him a concussion, and she wouldnt have to feel guilty about the follow up knee to his gut.
He fell back several paces, and she used that space to pull her baton back to her hand once more. Moreover, she drew on her inner darkness, drawing power on the lust burning under her skin and coursing through her veins. She feinted into a low sweep, changing course mid-swing to rise up, and land a blow under his chin.
I will have you, Malachi, she growled, pinning down his counter strike and forcing him back with a shoulder to the sternum. He landed against the wall with a gasping cry, inflaming her hunger. While your mistress is fucked mercilessly, youll serve my every pleasure.
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Quentin was hard as a rock, but not as aroused as he might have been. It was the lack of air that did it - the knee strike to his stomach had emptied his lungs, and the uppercut had interrupted his attempts to refill them. Black spots danced before his eyes as he struggled for breath, and he gasped as she pinned him against the wall. I will have you, Malachi, she growled, a hungry sound that made him want to submit. While your mistress is fucked mercilessly, youll serve my every pleasure.
Hal-Jakan leaned forward in his seat, and selected a bit of spiced crab on toast. Finish it, he murmured, smiling.
Ellora smiled back, catching Nyamelos eye and licking her lips. Then she grabbed Malachis cock through his slacks and squeezed hard. Thats it, she purred as he cried out. You want it, I can feel it. She stroked his length, then squeezed again. Just give in, and...
Quentin smashed his forehead into her face, rocking her head back with the force of the impact. She staggered back, meaning and shaking her head, and he followed her. His hands blurred, moving in a Shii-Cho pattern, slashing at her sides as she gasped and jerked with the impacts. And youre too cocky by half, he managed, stepping back and blocking low as she tried to recover by punching him in the gut. Youve neglected your training.
He felt the fury build in her, felt it telegraph her next movements in the Force. She lashed out with a telekinetic strike that he evaded by deflecting it and side-stepping it, then caught her arm as she followed up with a spear-hand strike. Twisting her wrist he forced her to one knee. Anger doesnt make you stronger, he added as she jerked and pulled. Has bless you train in it, it just makes you stronger.
Ill... Ill... she gasped out, stretching out her free hand. Ill...
Her baton kept to her hand once more. In response, Quentin kicked her in the stomach and tore the weapon from her grip as she fell backwards. Lose, he said, straddling her hips and pressing the cool metal of the baton against her throat. She struggled beneath him, body rolling and bucking and fuck he wanted her right now. What was it you said? he asked, shifting his grip so he held the bar against her throat with one hand. The other pulled at her dress, baring one firm breast. Something about serving my every pleasure? His fingers dug in to soft flesh, squeezing mercilessly. Maybe you should beg me to have you.
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Her lust soaked his slacks as she ground against him, desperate to feel him inside her. There was but a moment of resistance within her, before Ellora released a shuddered whimper, the sound of her defeat, Please His grip on her breast sent her eyes rolling back into her head, her nipples stiff
Its over, Kaydia breathed. Quentins arousal left her throbbing in sympathetic ache, and she trembled when she pushed herself to her feet. All they needed to take down the Crucible was locked away in her mind, but she could hardly focus on that now. Its all over, Ellora.
A pity, Hal murmured. He drained his glass and stood as well, close enough to feel his heat against her back. But a deal is a deal, and I am sure youll enjoy Ellora. But one of these days, Nyamelo, I will enjoy you. Again. Once he left the room, Kaydia finally relaxed her guard. He, and all his associates would pay, soon. But tonight, she would take back a degree of control.
She slinked out of her dress with each step towards her husband and the defeated bodyguard. With her knees on either side of Elloras head, Kaydia sunk down to Quentins level, and took a hungry kiss from his lips. Youre going to make me cum, slut, if you want release, Kaydia demanded, pressing her soaking slit against Elloras lips.
Ellora pulled Nyamelo closer to her, fingers leaving a bruising grip on her thighs, and thrust her tongue deep into her cunt. While she might have hoped to see the icy business woman brought low and transformed into a cock hungry slut, need consumed her mind and muddled her thoughts. Now all that mattered was pleasure, and if eating out Malachis mistress could get her on that cock, shed prove ravenous.
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Quentin watched, almost hypnotized as the silken sheath wrapping his wife slithered down her body with each deliberate step forward. He felt Elloras attention shift as well, and the thought that she wanted Kaydia as badly as he did made his cock throb against the defeated Jedi. Then Kaydia stepped from the pool of silk and knelt over Elloras face, and the taste her own lust was rich and hot on her tongue as she kissed him. Youre going to make me cum, slut, she demanded, he eyes watching his reaction, if you want release.
You heard her, Quentin added, grinding his cock against her. Hed need to have his clothes laundered later, stained as they were by her desire. He twisted a nipple, making her moan into Kaydias slit. Take care of her.
Elloras hands gripped Kaydias thighs with bruising force. From his angle he could see her chin move, and her tongue explore Kaydias dripping lips before pushing into her depths. From his wifes expression, Ellora clearly knew what she was doing.
Quentin leaned forward and kissed Kaydia, his tongue exploring her mouth as he tormented Elloras breasts. Im going to fuck her, he breathed, guiding Kaydias hands to their toys soft breasts. I want you to watch me fuck her while she eats you out,. He kissed her again, fumbling at his lust-slick slacks as he did. I want to watch you cum while Im balls deep in her.
He shifted Ellora, pushing her skirt up around her hips and ripping her sodden panties away, then slid his aching shaft over her soaked cunt. Grinning at the feral hunger in his wifes eyes, he made a show of entering her, reveling in the way Kaydia watched her stretch around him as he pushed into her. Fuck, he breathed, letting Kaydia taste the word as he kissed her. Shes just a little cock slut, isnt she? Ellora whimpered agreement, tightening on his cock and Kaydias firm thighs. How should I fuck her?
He leaned in, driving deeper, resting his hand on Elloras throat so he could stroke Kaydias clit with his thumb. Shes still got her harness on, he breathed, biting st his wife throat. Shell loveanythingwe want to do to her.
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Why dont we see what she can take? Fuck her senseless, like the filthy cunt she is. Kaydia sighed and simpered. Fuck her until she cant take anymore, then fuck her again anyways? Ellora was enthusiastic with her tongue, but even she wavered when Quentin sheathed himself inside her. There was something dirty about this, kissing him while he fucked another woman. While that woman fucked her in turn with her tongue. Dirty and depraved and delightful, the performance of it all exciting her as much as the acts.
Show me how good she feels on you, Kaydia moaned. Her hands explored the woman beneath her, and the heavy breasts that bounced with Quentins every thrust. She played around with pleasure and pain, enjoying her quiver when she pinched Elloras firm nipples, and Quentins own appreciated sighs, as Ellora clenched around him.
Ecstasy built in her, from the physical sensation of a thick, flexible tongue parting her slit, to the hunger of Quentins lips. Each kiss spoke of pleasure, of desire, and she realized his tongue moved in her mouth in time with the motions of his cock in Ellora. Her own kisses became greedier, fingers fisting in Quentins hair to keep his face close to her. The hand that groped Ellora dug into her supple flesh as well, her reward for attentive service. Her climax drew a shudder from her, complete with eyes rolling back into her head and her body going rigid.
I want to see her dripping with your cum, Kaydia breathed, begged, her breath hot on her husbands face. I want her marked by your triumph over her.
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Quentins hips moved, sheathing his cock into Ellora in time with her tongue in Kaydias cunt. In time with his tongue in her mouth. Cum for me, he breathed, circling her clit with his thumb. I want to see you cum on this sluts mouth.
Show me how good she feels on you, Kaydia moaned, squeezing fistfuls of Elloras ripe tits. Ellora moaned beneath them, her walls tightening in his shaft.
Is that what you want? he replied, nipping at her throat. To see me fuck my cum into this whore? To watch me..,
Kaydias hungry mouth silenced him, her tongue filling his mouth as she shuddered and moaned in orgasm. I want to see her dripping with your cum, Kaydia breathed. I want her marked by your triumph over her.
Quentin took another kiss from his wife, leaning eagerly into as he drove himself without mercy into Ellora. He felt his balls tighten, his duck harden, and then he pulled out. Ellora made a whimpering sound, muffled by his wifes dripping slit, then at her her hips as he slid his shaft over her slick folds. Once. Twice. And then he climaxes with a cry. His cock jerked, sending a jet of pearly cum across her stomach and into her tits. He kept stroking, splattering his lust into Kaydias taut stomach, and across Elloras belly, staining the black dress crumpled around her waist.
Grinning, Quentin dragged his fingers through the cum pooling on Elloras navel, and gently slid them between Kaydias parted lips. I still want to fuck my cum into her, he whispered. I want her to walk back to Hal-Jakan with my cum dripping down her thighs. He leaned in, cupping Kaydias breasts and kissing her throat. How do you think we can get me hard again?
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Kaydia flashed a smirk and moaned as Quentin kissed her throat. She knew what he wanted, and didnt need to read his mind. I have an idea. With a firm hand, she pushed him back into a chair, letting his back thud into place. He was, after all, still wearing the harness as well.
She pulled Ellora up by her long red hair, and dragged her over towards Quentin. I know you havent gotten off yet, Kaydia taunted, twisting one erect nipple whie her other hand twisted in her crimson locks. And I know you want more of his dick in you. So Kaydia trailed off, leaning forward to lick a pearl drizzle that clung to his cock. With his taste still on her lips, she pulled Ellora into a kiss, tongues dueling in their shared mouths.
Now, suck him off, slut. Suck him off good, and hes fuck you senseless. Kaydia felt up her curves will the redhead bobbed up and down Quentins length, smearing his cum over her fair skin.
Maybe if youre lucky, Ill fuck you too. Maybe well fuck you together, and wreck that tight cunt of yours?
Ellora shuddered, her breath ghosting over Quentins shaft, now moist with her saliva, Please.
Yeah? Kaydia asked, and bit down hard on her shoulder. Ellora gasped again, wet lips brushing against his cock. The mark was dark red before Kaydia pulled off, You want both of us inside you?
Yes.
At the same time?
Yes!
Kaydia took hold of Ellora hair once more, and shoved her down Quentins dick, Then suck him off, and prove that you deserve to get fucked like a filthy slut by us. Because I can promise you that well break you, and youll love it.
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Quentin leaned back and slid his hips forward, thrusting more of his stiffening cock out. Ellora moaned around his meat as Kaydia forced her down on him and hissed erotic threats to not her ear. She gripped him with one hand, letting her saliva lubricate him as she jerked him off, swallowing his shaft as she did. Thats right, he growled, digging his fingernails into her shoulders and thrusting his head into her throat. Suck me hard. Show me just how much you want us fucking you.
A sudden cry of pleasure escaped him as she bit, teeth scraping his shaft, sharp pain transmuted into pleasure by the gladiator harness. Gasping in ecstasy, he caught a fistful of hair and dragged her from his cock. Like that? he growled, making her cry out in pleasure as his hand slapped across her face. You want it rough, do you?
Her expression was pure hunger and lust. Yes, she moaned. Fuck, yes. I want it hard and rough.
Both of Quentins hands fisted in her hair now as he rose, then one hand forced her mouth open. Like this? he demanded, hard cock pushing into her mouth. She mumbled something around his meat, nodding agreement as he gripped her hair. Then Im going to fuck your face, slut, he growled, dragging her back and forth on his shaft. She grunted as her lips smashed into his crotch and his head filled her throat.
As he drove into her throat, enjoying her gasps and the gagging sounds she made, he stared into Kaydias eyes. I think the baton will work, he said. Unless you have other ideas.
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Kaydia shuddered at Quentins suggestion, and noted that Ellora shuddered as well, while her husband used her mouth. It was an interesting idea, to say the least. Kaydia picked one up and examined it, before retracting it to twenty centimeters. Examining the diameter, Kaydia decided it wasnt quite as thick as Quentin, but the rigid metal had no give.
With Ellora on her hands and knees, and Quentin fucking her throat without mercy, Kaydia took up a position behind her. The metal baton traced the length of Elloras spine, steel cool against her heated flesh. The redhead swayed her hips, inviting penetration, but Kaydia brushed the tip along her thighs and over her mound. Elloras musk dripped down the shaft, and once Kaydia felt it was properly lubricated, she feed the length slowly into Elloras soaking cunt. The resistance of flesh met the liquid heat of her sex, and the rod eased into her, inch by inch.
You like that, Whore? Kaydia taunted, drawing the bar back before forcing it back in. Elloras response was a deep, muffled moan and the trembling of her pussy lips, clenching hungrily upon the steel shaft. Kaydia took a grip on her hip and thrust the baton in and out, building up to Quentins pace.
Dont you dare cum, before he shoots his load down your throat, Kaydia threatened, twisting the rod now as she drove it deeper. More muffled moans escaped Ellora, whines of need, and she clenched down on the bar. She must have been close, Kaydia knew, fighting her growing ecstasy with the last of her willpower. Kaydia flashed a smirk at Quentin, maintaining her rhythm and digging her nails into curve of Elloras ass. Or, perhaps you want us to punish you?
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Down her throat? Quentin laughed, pulling his spit-slick cock from Elloras throat. I was just using her mouth to get myself hard again. Ive got a better idea.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her up into her knees as he took a seat once more, then dragged her up into his lap. You want to be full of cock, dont you? he asked, stroking her cheek and letting his dick rub against her belly.
Y-yes... she stammered, whimpering as Kaydia drove the baton into her again.
Quentin slapped her across the face. I didnt hear you, he snapped as she moaned.
Yes! she gasped out, fingers digging into his shoulders. Fuck, yes. I want to be full of your dick!
Shifting, he dragged her over his dick and pressed his head into her lips. Beg, he told her, wrapping a hand around her throat. Beg Madame Corday to keep fucking You with that baton while I pound my cock deep into you.
Elloras expression trembled, a look of anxious lust and uncertainty. I... I want... Gripping her hips he pulled her down into his cock, feeling the unyielding metal of the baton alongside his meat as she strained to take them both. Fuck! she screamed, body going rigid at the sensation. Oh... oh fuck...
Beg! Quentin repeated, digging his fingers into her throat. Beg us both to fuck your whores cunt!
Incredibly, Ellora began moving in him. Please, please fuck me! she whimpered out, dragging herself up and down his iron-hard shaft and the baton that filled her. Oh, oh fuck... please...
Quentin caught one heavy breast, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and squeezing her throat until she became hoarse. Beg Madame Corday, he hissed, watching Kaydias expression. Beg her to let you cum. Beg her to let me fill you with cum like the slut you are.
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Kaydia resisted the urge to thrust the rod into Ellora as she moved up and down Quentins length. Both of them were mad with lust, and unable to differentiate pain from pleasure, therefore it would be far too easy to hurt one of them. But Ellora drove herself against Quentin and the baton, her dripping cunt stretched taut over two thick lengths inside her.
Kaydia leaned into Ellora, straddling the baton so it rubbed her lips and clit as well. Each of Quentins thrusts up and Elloras strokes down made the shaft shake, teasing her own sensitive sex. With Sharp teeth on Elloras earlobe, she moaned into her ear, Tell me that you want to cum like a whore.
Ellora gripped Quentins shoulders hard, nails leaving half-moon shaped red marks in his skin, I want to cum!
Like a whore?
Like a whore!
Kaydia found herself moving along the metal rod, her juices further slickening it. Her climax was so close. What are you?
A whore!
Whose?
Yours both of yours. At that, Kaydia bit down hard on Elloras neck, right belong her ear. The redhead went wild at that, sinking down the full length of Quentins shaft as her legs gave out under her. Still, Kaydia ground against her, her own orgasm cresting as the added pressure kept Ellora riding that release.
Finally, Kaydia found her rapture, flattening her breasts into Elloras slick back. Her weight drove Ellora even deeper down Quentin, her cries weak as her strength left her.
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Fuck if it wasnt hot, watching Kaydia get off on fucking Ellora. Listening to Kaydias sounds of pleasure mingle with Elloras hungrier, throatier cries as both women climaxed. Ellora clenched on him, slick walls squeezing the baton against his aching cock. The harness made it better, just like it made Elloras nails into crescents of pleasure as they dug into her skin.
Quentin reaches out, fingers tangling in his wifes hair as she flattened their plaything between them. His tongue filled her mouth as Ellora pressed into him and tightened around his dick, and he gave into the building pleasure at last. His hips rocked up as his orgasm ripped through him, and Ellora whimpered in delight as his cum coated her slick inner walls.
Finally, gasping for breath, Quentin sagged back against his chair. Ellora clung to him, breathing hard, muscles trembling. I... she managed, I... can see... why you.... She gasped as he pulsed within her. Why... you... won...
I practice hard, he said.
Ellora let her fingers trail over Kaydias cheek. I can tell, she smiled, then moaned as the baton slid from within her. But... our training doesnt hurt.
No. It doesnt, Quentin agreed. The air of the room was chill on his cock as she climbed shakily to her feet.
Im glad youre joining us, she grinned, eying Kaydia. Youll make a valuable addition. And I cant wait to have you join us in bed.
There was no doubt who she meant byus, and it was clear from her reaction that Kaydia understood it as well. Ellora missed the slight stiffening of her spine though, lost as she was in trying to untangle her cum-stained black dress. Wait, Quentin told her.
Hm? Ellora replied, looking up.
The wager was for the evening, right? Quentin smiled as she nodded. Then you walk home like that. Naked and dripping. And anyone who wants you, between here and there, can have you. He leaned forward, enjoying the look of mixed arousal and apprehension the statement brought to her features. Anyone. And one of my drones, he gestured, bringing a HK unit to circle above them, will record the whole thing for us.
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Ellora didnt have any suspicions about their sincerity, which Kaydia decided was a good thing. She hadnt noticed the way Kaydia probed Hal Jakans mind, probably due to Quentins masterful distraction. Theyd gotten away with it, and had some hot sex on top of it all.
Kaydia leaned into her husband, sated and exhausted by the nights antics and waiting for Ellora to be clear before sinking into their force bond. As it so happened, she didnt make past the dining room before passers-by decided they wanted a piece of her. While she was occupied sucking one cock while another woman fingered her cum drenched slit, Kaydia reached for Quentin in the force.
I got a lot of Hal Jakans mind, hundreds of names of prominent members of the Crucible, as well as many of their holdings. Well be able to bring down the entire organization in a single fell swoop, that is, assuming we can get the man power from the Order.
Kaydia picked up the baton, still coated in her and Elloras juices, as well as Quentins cum and made eye contact with her husband as she licked the along the length. This we can get us a set of these pleasure harnesses? Id rather enjoying using them with you. Or just getting used by you with them on. Leaning into his arms, she took a lingering kiss form his lips, hunger building as she imagined the possibilities. Well, that and Elloras cries coming through the droids livestream.
Are you sure were the good guys? Kaydia wondered, watching the feed of Ellora getting plowed by two burly men, her curvy figure rocked between their vigorous thrusts. The took her with without a care, inspired by her gruff moans and sighs. The wet heat between her thighs grew her inner muscles aching with a familiar longing.
Im glad you won, considering what Hal intended to do to me, butShe left the words unsaid, the thought unfinished. But still her eyes were glued to the scene playing out before them, of the redheaded renegade Jedi taking another load of cum from one man, only for him to replaced moments later by the next man.Perhaps under different circumstances, it could have been fun.
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Are you sure were the good guys? Kaydia wondered. On the holofeed, Ellora was pinned between two men, gasping as thu pounded rough and deep into her.
Quentin smiled, returning her kiss and pulling her down into his lap.Were Jedi,he replied, rubbing his stiffening cock against her stomach.But seriously, so is she. She could put a stop to that in a minute if she wanted to.His teeth traced her throat. Shes obviously enjoying herself.
Im glad you won, considering what Hal intended to do to me, butShe left the words unsaid, the thought unfinished. But still her eyes were glued to the scene playing out before them, of the redheaded renegade Jedi taking another load of cum from one man, only for him to replaced moments later by the next man.Perhaps under different circumstances, it could have been fun.
Perhaps, he agreed.Its always hot, watching you fuck. When its your choice, of course. On the display Ellora was pushed to her knees, meaning around the two cocks she alternated in while a third man took her roughly from behind.Would you choose to be her, right now? Used by any stranger that walked past?
Quentin let his hands slide over Kaydias firm rear and then lifted. Aligning himself, he felt her lips and then walls part as he lowered her slowly down his dick. And youre certainly enjoyingwatchingher, he added, dragging his nails lightly up her spine.
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Kaydia moaned out, rocking hips back and forth over her husbands cock and enjoying the fantasies playing out in his words. With her eyes closed, his hard cock could have been almost anyones, and his demanding hands could have belonged to a stranger.
From the holofeed, Elloras moans and cries were muffled by yet another cock, and the realization made Kaydia even wetter. She mimicked the effect with Quentin, drawing his tongue between her lips and sighing into their joint mouths. Her entire body embraced his, with her thighs squeezing his, and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and her slit clenching his cock.
Their kiss broke with a moist sound, and Kaydia caught sight of Ellora in the livestream. Covered in so much cum and completely disheveled, the redhead was a vision of wanton lust, and a quiver rose up in Kaydia. Inspired, she drove herself harder on her husband, harder on his steel hard cock chasing the wild lust building with her loins. Soft, heavy breasts and stiff nipples brushed his chest, their sweat slick skin slapping together in pursuit of rapture.
Pleasure peaked in her mind, and Kaydia threw her head back. Cum cum in me! she screamed, begged, rasping gasps echoing her motions. I need you My my husband my love everything all of you
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Quentin could taste the fantasy in Kaydias mind, and feel the lust in provoked as she rode him hard. Little redheaded slut, he whispered as she watched Ellora paint her face and breasts with cum. Taking cock after cock, not caring whos fucking her.
He felt Kaydia clench on his rock hard meat, her body pressing into him and sliding against him. Her eyes were half-closed, hungrily focusing on the holo projection. Just spreading herself, he whispered into her ear, nails digging into her ass as her cunt swallowed him again and again. Doesnt even know the name of the man fucking her now.
Kaydia threw her head back. Cum cum in me! she screamed, begged, rasping gasps echoing her motions.
Quentin gripped her, moving her mercilessly on his cock now, using her body to pleasure himself as she climaxed around him. Fuck Im close, he growled, kissing her throat as she writhed upon him. Beg me. Beg me to fuck my cum into you.
I need you she moaned. My my husband my love everything all of you
I... I need you... he replied, voice hoarse. I... I....Kaydia!Her name echoed in both their minds as he gave himself over to his own pleasure, flooding her body with his cum and her mind with his desire and pleasure. Finally, spent, he slumped back against the chair and wrapped his arms around her. You, he gasped with a stupid grin, are amazing.
He sat there for a moment, enjoying the warmth and pressed if her flesh against his. Then he sighed. I guess, he murmured, looking around, we should probably get dressed.
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Once they made it back to their room, the real work began. Taking all the names and organizations allied with the Crucible and arranging arrest warrants for all involved. The list of names she pulled from Hal-Jakan was far reaching and deeply entrenched. They would have to be prepared if they wanted to take down the entire operation, and if they didnt completely dismantle it, then another would spring up in its place within the solar-year.
They would have to prepare to take Hal-Jakan in. Which meant possibly facing down Ellora again, if she wouldnt surrender quietly. And while Quentin had defeated her once, it wasnt a serious fight, with serious consequences. But Quentin wouldnt be alone this time, and she would no longer have to hide her gifts in the force.
You ready to take down a galaxy spanning organization that traffics in the misery of sentient beings? She asked through their bond, hiding her nerves in bravado. They done this well, things like it , anyways before, dozens of times but preparation also included a rundown of the worst possible outcomes, and how to mitigate them. Quentin had a confidence born of planning, and his methods had rubbed off on her a year into their marriage.
Besides, together? They were nearly unstoppable.
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You ready to take down a galaxy spanning organization that traffics in the misery of sentient beings?
Quentin could taste the nervousness in her question, and he couldnt blame her. They were up against something big, after all. But still, his smile was genuine and relaxed as he turned to look at her.Of course I am, he replied, disconnecting a palm-sized encryption device from the HoloNet terminal in their suite.Oh, and I did a little research while I was making some arrangements.
He tucked the device back into one of the floating HK units.Ellora Sindel, he said,was - is - a Jedi Knight, a former apprentice of Master Sifo-Dyas. On record, at least, shes still active and engaged in shutting down slavers and drug runners. He smiled without mirth.Its not a bad grift - sell out to a syndicate, and report your efforts taking out the competition as performing your duties. Stay out of the limelight, and it could be decades before the High Council or the Shadows notice.
With that, he tapped a key on the HoloNet terminal. Hal-Jakansprivate secretaryappeared. This is Malachi Hardin, representing Madame Nyamelo Cordfay. Is Mister Hal-Jakan available?
He is indisposed, the secretary replied. May I take a message?
Certainly. Tell him that Madame Cordfay quite enjoyed the evening, and would like to schedule a similar dinner meeting for tomorrow night at 7 pm. He hesitated for effect. She asked me to stress that she would very much enjoy it if we could meet in his personal suit.
I will relay the message, she said. Do you mind waiting?
Not at all, Quentin assured her.Did I lay it n too thick?he asked Kaydia.
The display flickered, and the secretary returned. Hal-Jakan accepts,and says he looks forward to seeing more of Madame Cordfay.
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I mean, you didnt have to make me sound so desperate, Kaydia teased, stifling a laugh,but I think it worked.
By the next evening, everything was in place. Everyone was in place, with scores, and maybe even a hundred, Jedi ready and waiting to spring into action. Simultaneous arrest warrants were issued for every name shed ripped from, Hal-Jakans mind, and all would be served within moments of each other, to catch the entire syndicate in a single act.
Together, she and Quentin made their way to Hal Jakans private suite, just as they had before. Knowing how the night would end made it easier not to flinch as Hal gripped her fingers and kissed her cheek. Finally, hed pay for his crimes, and better yet, shed be the one to bring him in. That thought informed the genuine smile on her lips. I am so glad you accepted my invitation this evening, Hal.
I wouldnt dream of declining, after how the last went, he answered with a smile, escorting her to the couch and taking a close seat beside her. He poured them both a glass of a dark purple liquor, and brushed her fingers as he passed her a glass. I really was hoping I could get a copy of the holovid you made of Ellora.
That shouldnt be a problem. Kaydia took a sip of her drink, flushing the toxins from her system at the same time.
So, Nyamelo shall I have food sent up for us, or were you hoping to satisfy a different sort of hunger? He leaned in closer, his breath noticeable harder, quicker, and hot on her face, Perhaps the sort of hunger that your Malachi alone cannot slake? His hand breezed over her leg and rested on her upper thigh.
With a contented deep breath, Kaydia grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her body, Youre on the right track, Hal. But I was curious how you feel about being bound. Pressing her body against his, she proceeded to pull his arm behind his back.
Hmmm he sighed, not fighting her movements, Its not my favorite, but I am curious what you have in mind. Why do I need to be bound?
Because, Hal-Jakan Teris, you are under arrest for trafficking in sentient beings.
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Ellora took a seat next to Quentin, molding herself to his body and giving him a spectacular view of the cleavage she displayed. I think Malachi could satisfy a great deal of hunger, she purred, running a finger down his chest and over his hardening cock. But I really want to see what she looks like between the two of you.
Oh? Quentin replied, stroking the back of her neck as Kaydia teased Hal-Jakan with the idea of bondage. His hand scombed through her hair, gently tugging her head back so he could nip at her throat. Do you think shed look as good as you did between us?
Ellora sighed, then sighed again as Quentins free hand cupped a heavy breast and teased a hard nipple through the thin fabric. Maybe we should watch that, and compare?
Mmm, Quentin murmured against her skin. Maybe we should. Then he heard his cue.
Because, Hal-Jakan Teris, Kaydia declared, you are under arrest for trafficking in sentient beings.
Hal-Jakan stared at her for a moment, then started laughing. You... you have quite a sense of humor, Madame...
Ellora started to move, and Quentin flexed his wrists in a specific way. The rogue Jedi shrieked once, briefly, body spamming as the stun charged in the bracelets he wore discharged in an actinic display. He caught her as she collapsed, and gently laid her back on the couch. No joke, he said, looking at the slaver. He watched Hal-Jakans muscles start to tense, felt him beginning to pull against Kaydias grip and lunge for the concealed blaster in the chair, and he reached out in the Force. Sleep.
The slaver collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Sorry to steal your thunder, he said, signaling two of the HK units close. Collecting his lightsaber from one, he passed the other to his wife. Want to kick him a few times? Im sure hell feel it when he wakes up.
On the far side of the room, the slavers HoloNet terminal began angrily blinking for attention. Quentin ignored it, focusing on rolling Ellora onto her stomach so he could manacle her wrists behind her back. Master Sifo-Dyas would be disappointed that you didnt see this coming, he told her, before settling back and checking the chronometer on his wrist. Itll probably be another half-hour before the Rangers get here, he said, wading Ellora into the floor and mana king her ankles for good measure. If all goes to plan, Shrikees shiwing then where to find Teris local associates right now.
He took a seat, and looked at Kaydia. Shall we wait here, and drink this bottle of wine our host provided?
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Id say we earned it, Kaydia acknowledged, pouring Quentin glass and topping off her own. And I do love a fine wine
The half hour passed far too quickly for really enjoy the wine, but there was work to be done. More local associates to apprehend, buyers to track down, and the captive slaves to free. Social Services would have a hell of a time returning them all to their homes and families, if it were even possible in all cases, but at least they were safe.
The sight of Ellora, bound and hauled off by fellow Jedi, struck Kaydia harder than she expected. Shed made her choice, Kaydia told herself. Chosen to take in a bribe to look the other way on suffering of intelligent beings. Maybe her own days as Scarlet resembled the path Ellora had taken, and Kaydias guilt over the choices shed made turned into a sort of sympathy for the fallen Jedi. Sure, she had chosen to return, chosen to use her gifts in service to the Lightside and the Republic once more, but she partially had Quentin to thank for that. Would Ellora have come around if she too had been given a good reason?
Despite the reasoning, Kaydia couldnt shake the dread that pooled in her guts as the transport carrying Ellora pulled away. It wasnt merely a reminder of her past, however. It felt like a premonition.