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Time.
Space.
Reality.
The unenlightened believe each of these to be separate and unchanging, a single linear path that all must follow. Those who walk in harmony with the Cosmic Force, however, see them for what they are - interchangeable aspects of the Living Force, a prism of endless possibility where a single choice can branch out into infinite destinies. The unenlightened will ask which of these destinies is true? Which will come to pass? But those who walk in harmony with the Cosmic Force will understand.
All of them are true.
All of them will come to pass.
All are united, in the Cosmic Force.
From The Book of the Whills
Star Wars:
Eclipse of the Black Sun
Mustafar
"You wanna get in on the pool?"
Two men sat at a small table, idly watching a bank of monitors. The speaker, a tall, pale human in a grey jumpsuit, slouched in his chair with an air of boredom. His companion, a leathery Gungan, looked up from the blaster he was servicing. "What pool?"
"How long it'll take the Jedi to escape and kill us all."
The Gungan glanced at the lone figure on the monitor screens, then turned back to his weapon. "Miss Linora tinks weesa hold him. How meesa collect if we die?"
A shrug. "Nah. It's the satisfaction of knowwing you were right, really. You know, before you die."
The Gungan snorted, then made a few adjustments with a wrench. "Right. An' if he doesn't and none of us win?"
"Then, in a month, we use the money to bring a few girls in and we have us a party." The human chuckled. "That way, everyone wins."
The Gungan chuckled as well. "Right. Meesa in, then. Twenty-two days open?"
"Oooh, optimistic!" the human laughed, checking his data slate. "And yeah, it is. I'll put you down."
Suspended in his restraints, Quentin was sweating profusely. Not out of fear or discomfort, although the restraints certainly weren't comfortable, but because he had drawn on the Force to accelerate his metabolism. All of the various drugs he was purging had to go somewhere, after all, and not everything could be exhaled.
Linora had clearly had a hand in designing this cell, because it was clearly designed to restrain a Jedi. Suspension restraints that held him spread-eagled and which injected a chemical cocktail to muddy his thinking. Randomly strobing lights to keep him disoriented. Oh, and the occasional electric shock, just to convulse his muscles and keep things interesting. Very clever work.
He figured he'd be out in another half hour. But then, he wasn't the typical Jedi.
Muscles still twitching from the latest shock, he concentrated his perceptions on the restraint engulfing his right hand and wrist. Matter was nothing but fields of interlocking forces, after all. Once you had the knack, it was as easy to look within an object as upon it. The Miraluka had mastered this secret tens of thousands of years ago, and had taught it to the Jedi. Slowly, he began to understand the structure of the restraint.
Then he heard the door open. Waves of fear washed across his skin, followed by two familiar presences. One like dark flame, burning by freezing. The other seething rage, armoring a core of dispair. With a sigh he opened his eyes, taking in the forms of Linora and Kaydia. Both were guarding their thoughts, but it was clear from their body language that this wasn't a rescue. He composed his thoughts, submerging his distress at seeing the woman he loved standing with the woman who hehadloved.
"I hope you'll forgive my poor manners," he said, forcing a wry smile. "I pride myself on my manners, but... well, I'm a little tied up right now."
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Quentin deserves this.
Kaydia had to repeat the mantra to herself, again and again, hardening herself against the love that lingered in her heart. Instead, she rubbed her wrists, wrists that still chaffed from her ordeals with the pirates who had had
Rage flared in Kaydia, making easier to ignore Quentin's distress.He let them hurt me. He deserves this.
Linora, on the other hand, smirked. "I would have considered rude if you weren't tied up right now." With a faint clink, she opened a locked cabinet on the far side of the cell. A plethora of implements awaited within, tools of torture as well as drugs and even first aid. After all, torment was far more effective so long as your target didn't bleed out or die of an infection. Linora selected a needle and a small milky vial that needed no label.
"Not Inertia," Kaydia protested, despite the way her body craved another hit. "It's not going to work on him."
Linora put the needle down, "What are you thinking, then?"
"That you catch more flies with honey" Kaydia dipped one finger into the jar, creating sticky currents. Maintaining eye contact with Linora, she sucked her finger clean, and pulled the brunette into a hungry kiss. Lips and tongues met and dueled, fighting for every last drop in each other's mouths. Kaydia fist tightened in Linora's hair, bending her back, so Kaydia could feast on her throat and chest. After the lavender sweetness of the honey, the salty sweat of her skin was divine.
Linora moaned, and met Quentin's eyes. "You want to join us, don't you Quentin?" Kaydia opened her blouse to the waist, cupping her perky, soft breasts. Her moans joined Linora's, ghosting over her skin as Kaydia savored her nipple. Her own harden in turned, empathic feedback reflecting Linora's sensations back to her. "You could join us. It would be so easy"
Kaydia bit Linora there, leaving a red mark on her fair skin. She didn't want Quentin to come along easy. It was not easy for her, after all. Why should he get off without any struggle?
"He's not going to," she rasped, collecting another dollop of honey. "He's far too good of Jedi for all that." Smearing amber fluid over her lips, she met his eyes for the first time since entering his cell.
He never loved you, he only pretended. He would have protected you, if he truly loved you.
Kaydia silenced his protests with her lips, forcing her sweetened tongue into his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the kiss deepened, hating how much she loved this. How much she still loved him, even after everything. He was supposed to be her way out, her happily ever after.
Now? He was just another man who'd used her. Who abandoned her after she was no longer useful. She would still be there now, if it wasn't for Linora. Fuck that, and fuck him. He'd know what he'd abandoned her to, once they were done.
He'd know.
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Kaydia? Quentins voice was hoarse, dread and lust and hunger pooling in his stomach. Watching her with Linora had been fuckinghotin an alarming way, but then hed identified the merakyua. And then he hadnt been able to take his eyes from her honey-coated fingers and lips. Damn, he wanted a hit. But
Kaydia? She advanced on him like a predator, hate and hunger in her glare. Fury and shame blazing off her like the heat of a furnace. What what are you..?
She silenced him with a kiss that tasted of sweet lavender and bitter anger. He tried to keep his mouth shut but she squeezed the base of his jaw and forced her tongue on him in a mockery of passion. Merakyua, liquified by the heat of her mouth, flooded him. He could feel the ridges of her fingertips on his skin, the texture of her tongue on his, the air caressing his bare skin as the circulator kicked on. A manacle chose that moment to activate, and he shuddered and gasped as electricity danced along his nerves.
Why? he gasped, staring into the cold emerald eyes of his lover. Wh. The word cut off as something unyielding gripped his engorged cock, making him buck his hips despite himself. Linora stared at him, licking her lips as her silver hand slowly pumped his length.
Maybe youre right, she said, shifting her attention to Kaydia. Maybe heistoo good a Jedi. A silver thumb caressed his head. But with the merakyua in him? Her cybernetic hand squeezed lightly, wringing a groan from him. Maybe I should fuck him. Would you like that, Kaydia? Would you like watching me fuck myself on this thick dick?
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"We can both use him, together," Kaydia offered, before pulling Linora into another kiss. She wouldn't have been able to do this at all, if it weren't for the merakuya. Now her mind and body buzzed with sensations, with hunger and craving. Pain pleasure, it didn't matter in these moments. Anything to get her away from her own thoughts. "Let's get him good and hard for us."
She dropped to her knees, hot breath wafting over his twitching shaft. Precum beaded from the tip, his arousal at odds with his predicament.He deserves this, she reminded herself as she opened her mouth to suck his cock,he deserves to be used.His scent invaded her mind, at odds with the memories that bristled at the edges. More than once he thrust forth, involuntary pleasure bucking his hips, she shoved him back into the wall. More than anything else in this moment, Kaydia demanded control.
Linora joined her on her knees, pulling her into kiss that savored of more honey. The sweetness chased away the ache, leaving need it its wake. A thin string of saliva connected their lips once the kiss broke, and Linora Turned her attention back to Quentin, and his cock. She too took him deep into her mouth, her throat, and Kaydia gasped out as she saw the bulge forming in Linora's throat. Somehow, she smirked around his dick, and pulled away slowly.
"I think he's hard enough. Until you just want to make him shoot his load over us, and let his cum lubricate our bodies? Deny him the heat of our passion, until he joins us?"
"No," Kaydia husked, rage and lust mingling into a confusing haze. "I need I need" What, she didn't know. Everything, the fullness of sensation that merakuya offered, and nothing, the numbing Inertia promised. "I need"
"I know," Linora kissed her again, working her dress off. Leather slid down her curves with a burning friction. "You need this." More kissing, and more clothes came off. Her, Linora's, even Quentin's pants were tugged away.
Through the force, Linora maneuvered Quentin, keeping him bound while she positioned him on the floor. His swollen length jutted up from his bare hips, a twitching invitation, and Kaydia watched with keen focus as Linora mounted him. He still twitched within her depths, her juices soaking him in her lust.
"Don't act like you don't like it." Linora sneered down at Quentin, rolling her hips in a slow, smooth motion. "You're too fucking thick and hard to deny how good this feels" Her hips came off his a little more now, her slit making a wet smacking sound as she fucked herself on him. "Show him show how wet you are," she continued, teasing her own breasts as her momentum built. "Let him let him taste it"
Straddling his face, Kaydia pull Linora into another kiss, and smeared her cunt over Quentin's lips.
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Under normal circumstances, Quentin knew, he was... well, notstrongerthan Linora or Kaydia. Better trained and more disciplined, though. Normally, he could have fought either one of them off. But there was nothingnormalabout these circumstances. Not when he had been fed a drug that heightened his sensations and made even the lightest touch into sensual eroticism. And the two women weren't touching him lightly. Their mouths - first Kaydia's and then Linora's - swallowed his aching shaft with a skill that made him shamefacedly arch his body and cry out in arousal. It was rape, and he knew it, but even the iron discipline of a Jedi couldn't prevent the involuntary responses.
"I think he's hard enough," Linora smirked, her breath a feverish heat on his spit-slick shaft. "Until you just want to make him shoot his load over us, and let his cum lubricate our bodies? Deny him the heat of our passion, until he joins us?"
"No..." Quentin begged, hating the way the words sounded in his mouth. "Please... don't..." But she ignored him. Both of them ignored him to strip each other, skin exploring bared skin in a fevered rush of desire. Closing his eyes didn't help, because he could taste their anger and lust in the Force. And because the feel of the manacles scraping over his skin made his cock throb in time with his heartbeat. "Please..." he repeated as he felt bare thighs grip his hips. "Please..."
His eyes bulged and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as slick walls slid over his engorged shaft, swallowing him whole. "Don't act like you don't like it," Linora jeered, rolling her hips in a slow, smooth motion. "You're too fucking thick and hard to deny how good this feels"
The knowledge that he was being raped warring with the agonizing pleasure as her she rose and slid back down, her juices flowing down his shaft. "Linora," he gasped out, fighting the primal urge tofuck, to ease his torment by spilling his seed into her body. "Don't... you don't want..."
"Show him" Linora husked, leaning back to take him deeper, "show how wet you are," He could feel her clench around his cock. "Let him let him taste it"
Any response he might have had was lost as weight descended onto his face. Thighs gripped his skull, and he could taste Kaydia's familiar juices has her slit slipped and parted against his mouth. His tongue went to work without his conscious intent, caressing her clit with a desperate hunger. **Please, Kaydia...** he called out through the Force. **Please... don't... don't do this..."
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Kaydia drove Quentin's pleas from her mind, sending them back to him with a psychic whip of bitter rage. It wasn't so long ago that he'd ignored her, after all. Left her with icy silence as she begged him for help, as she suffered degradations and humiliation. And now, when he was getting but a small taste of her torment, he begged for mercy? Fuck Quentin! Fuck that self-righteous, lying piece of shit! He probably wouldn't have even let her kill the pirates after what they did to her. What they'd all done to her.
Fuck him. And they would, too. Linora had him now, his thick cock slick with her lust and partings her soft pink lips. Maybe she'd have him next. Maybe
Maybe looking into his eyes, bodies pressed close together. Like they had in the Scrapper, before he told her he loved her.
Kaydia squeezed her eyes shut, banishing the traitor thought from her head. He'd lied to her. He'd only used her to get close to Linora, and he'd let her get captured so he could return his mission once more. But her memories warred with Linora's explanations, and without the haze of Inertia, It all made less and less sense.
"Don't fight it," Linora commanded, leaving Kaydia unsure if she were talking to her or Quentin. An ungloved hand caressed her cheek, her throat, shoulder, before pulling Kaydia closer. Close enough Linora's breath ghosted over her face. Linora kissed her again, her tongue managing to mimic Quentin's as it worked inside her. Kaydia drank in her moans, her pleasure, at odds with the trauma gnawing at her own subconscious. Linora's tongue explored her mouth, and her sensations touched her mind, carrying the delicious friction and pressure of Quentin's dick inside her.
Kaydia gasped in response, clenching tight around Quentin's unwilling yet eager tongue. "Oh fuck He feels so good"
"Yeah he does" Linora agreed, nipping at Kaydia's jaw. Her gloved hand palmed a breast and squeezed gently. "Yeah, I'm about to cum. You're close too, aren't you?"
"Yes," Kaydia admitted. Despite his protests, Quentin's lips sucked on her aching clit, just catching on her piercing. As much as she hated the thing, the tug of metal was divine under the influence of Merakuya.
"Let's cum together," Linora moaned, silk cover fingers teasing her erect nipple. "I'll bet he'll cum too, then you can lick it out of my cunt. Maybe we can get him to fuck you from behind, while you eat me out."
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Pain and pleasure mingled as the two women raped him, an overwhelming sensation made all the worse by the lack of anyphysicalityto the pain. It was all memory and sensation, Kaydia lashing his essence with horrors shed experienced for reasons he couldnt understand. She seemed toblamehim, but why?
Linora clenched around him, and Kaydia ground her cunt into his mouth and moaned as his tongue explored her new piercingand she shuddered as the fifth pirate rammed his meat into her, laughing at the whimper of pain that escaped her. Training kicked in and she brought a fist up, only to have a boot heel smash down on her forehead. Laughter erupted as her skull bounced in the alloy floor, creating waves of nauseous pain that rivaled the burning agony of the cock filling her. Feisty bitch, aint she? someone sneered.
Let's cum together," Linora moaned, her voice distant and muffled by Kaydias thighs. "I'll bet he'll cum too, then you can lick it out of my cunt. Maybe we can get him to fuck you from behind, while you eat me out."
Come with me, Linora said, wrapping a blanket around shoulders scraped raw by a hard alloy floor. Youre safe, now.
Kaydia clung to her, barely able to stand. The room was a scene of carnage, strewn with bodies crushed and slashed by Linoras fury. Quentin she gasped out.
Linora made a sound of disgust. That son of a bitch? He left you to this, Kay.
Fury flooded Quentin, cold hate that drove out the pain and the pleasure and everything else. Shed told Kaydia that hedletthe pirates..? Fuck her. And fuck Kaydia forbelieving such a lie. Hedthere is no passion, there is
Rage exploded out, carried on a roar of anger and a wave of the Force that sent both women flying off him. Electrical shocks went off, arcing along his nerves, and the pain just added to his fury. The Force gathered at his call and the manacles and leggings snapped and shattered. He landed on his ass and rolled, coming up in a crouch in time to see Linora rising to her feet and calling a lightsaber to her hand.
He lashed out, drawing on the Force to slam her into the wall. Air exploded from her lungs and her lightsaber dropped from her gloved fingers. Think youre funny, dont you? he growled, lifting her with the Force and slamming her into another wall. Telling her that?
Linora struggled to fill her lungs and Quentin lashed out with the Force again, smashing her into a table. She tried to rise and he caught a fist full of her raven hair, using it to smash her face back into the plastic. Telling her Ilether be raped?
Linora tried to say something. Quentin interrupted her by jerking her hair back and then slamming her down again. Blood sprayed from a split lip. Bet you think it was funny. He gripped his erect dick, feeling it still slick with her juices, and lined it up. Meeting Kaydias gaze with eyes that flickered with crimson lightning, he drove himself to the hilt in Linoras cunt. Think shell still cum? he asked, driving into her. I cant wait to see you lick my cum out of her.
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Kaydia trembled at the verge of ecstasy, pleasure taut in her tightening muscles. Holding on, for Linora, even for Quentin, to experience both of their climaxes together. Pleasure, building and writhing, coursing through her blood and along her veins and filling her lungs. Pleasure, pleasure and
Pain. The pain hit her before the wall had, a profound agony of betrayal and rage, purely psychic in nature. By the time the physical pain of crashing into the cell walls registered, Kaydia was half conscious, head swimming with anguish and gasping for breath. She hardly had time to drag oxygen into her lungs before she had to duck away from Linora's body, thrown like a ragdoll by a tantruming child into the wall.
Everything was fuzzy, indistinct, until wet blood on Linora's lip catching her attention. Quentin's eyes flashed in the same shade of crimson, staring into her own.
"Think she'll still cum?"
Kaydia blinked, still piecing together what had happened. What was happening, or about to happen to Linora. What could possibly await her, next. Should she fight him? Should she rescue Linora, the way Linora had rescued her? But had it been a rescue, really, or just Linora's maneuvering? A ploy, to turn her against Quentin?
And she'd fallen for it.
Linora gasped out as Quentin drove hard and deep into her and still staring deep into her eyes."I can't wait to see you lick my cum out of her."
A threat? A peace offering? What this rape now? Would she be next? And wouldn't she deserve it? Questions chased themselves in her mind until sensation replaced it, drawing another gasp from her. A gasp in time with Linora's, in time with the force of his thick cock splitting her walls apart. Demanding, bruising strokes, without any regard for Linora.
"She's I'm she's close" The distinction between sharing sensations and experiencing sensations faltered, fractured, fell apart in Kaydia's rigid figure and Linora's fluttering muscles.
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He was going too far. He knew it. But he didntcare. Rage and humiliation and lust surged through him, mingled with memories of past encounters with her, alloying into a dark hunger. Quentin slammed into her again and again, rebelling in the feel of Linoras legs trembling and her ass against his stomach and the gasping cries he forced from her as his cock pistoned into her. She tried to say something and he jerked her hair, arching her back and cutting her off with a sharp cry.
She's I'm she's close". The voice was Kaydias, thick and trembling with the same hunger he felt. The same dark hunger he could see glazing Linoras eyes.
Yeah, he grunted. I canfeelit. He jerked Linoras hair, forcing her back to arch, and cupped a firm breast with his free hand. He dug his fingers in and squeezed, drawing a gasping hiss that transformed into a gasp of pain? Pleasure? Both? Im going to doexactlywhat you wanted to do to me, he snarled into her ear. Im going to rape an orgasm out of you.
Fuuuck Linora moaned, blood dripping from her lip as she said it. Her arms, one silk-gloved silver and one flesh, gripped the edge of the table so she could get the leverage to push back against his thrusts. Kay f finger yourself
Yeah, Quentin laughed. Do it. Get yourself off, watching me wreck her cunt. His crimson eyes flicked in her direction. I fuck I want want you good and wet so so I can fuck you while you eat this this..,
Linora screamed as she climaxed, venting her lust in a way she could never have done at the Temple. Drops of blood splattered the wall as she threw her head back. Quentin slammed into her one last time, his harsh cry of triumph mingling with hers as he emptied his cum into her. His hips bucked against her, and with an act of will he pulled out, spraying the last three jets of his semen in pearly ropes across her ass and back.
Looking smug, he stepped back to enjoy the sight of his former lover, limp and sweaty and streaked with his seed. Then he turned to stare hungrily at his current lover, appreciating the post-orgasmic flush that reddened her geeks and breasts. I made a bit of a mess, he snickered. More for you to clean up, right?
Stepping towards her, he wrapped his hand around his cum slick dick. He pumped it lightly, then brought his glistening fingers to her lips. What will you like better? he asked, painting her mouth with his seed and Linoras juices. Tasting me in her? Or me fucking you while you do it?
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Craning her neck to meet his gaze, Kaydia supposed this was the first time she'd ever realized how much taller Quentin was. Because this was the first time she'd ever seen him as a threat. Oh sure, she could fight him off, probably. She just never thought that she'd have to consider it, before now.
There was something dark in Quentin, and she'd awoken it.
Still, Kaydia didn't cower. Not now, when she was reclaiming herself. She grabbed his wrist, bringing his slick fingers to her mouth, and slurping his semen from them. "Cumming, while you fuck me. While I taste you and her, together." She pressed closer, their bodies pressed together, and swallowed his two fingers to the third knuckle. "Are you going to force an orgasm from me, as well?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she leaned over Linora, running fingers down her back until she reached her hips, and gripping her tight. This time, her back arched, bending over Linora to lick the cooling string of liquid pearl on Linora's skin. Sweat and seed and salt, Kaydia savored it all. Working herself lower and lower, soon she was on her knees. Again.
Again, she looked up at Quentin. Watching him, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see if he loved or hated her, now. Her tongue delved deep into Linora, juices dripping from her chin and onto her breasts in an eager attempt to taste more of her. All of her. Her ahnds slid lower, over Linora's ass so she could open her with both thumbs, and lick more cum from her dripping cunt.
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Linora leaned heavily on the table, breathing hard and trying not to collapse. The stabbing ache in her side as she drew breath told her that Quentin had cracked at least one rib when hed thrown her around the room, and the liquid ache in her loins told her that hed well and truely fucked her. Or raped her..? Was it rape, really? Or just the kind of hard, hungry fuck shed craved?
Quentin and Kaydia were talking now, and she just couldnt work up the energy to listen. Her attention was contracted inwards, to the sweet ache between her thighs and the bruises on her skin and the feel of Quentins seed dripping down her back. And then in the feel of hands and tongue sliding over her back. Kaydia. Shed recognize the touch of that deceptively tender flesh anywhere. And then, as her fingers opened her and her tongue filled her, she registered something Kaydia had said.
Cumming, while you fuck me. While I taste you and her, together."
Jealousy reared up in her, hungry and demanding. She pushed herself up and turned, whimpering a little as Kaydias skilled tongue left her. Then, licking eyes with Quentin in a challenge, she slid her hands under Kaydias arms and pulled her up. The redheads ripe body slid over her more slender one - Kaydia was slightly taller and a little more heavily muscled - and she caressed her face with hands of flesh and chrome. Hes right, she breathed against her musk-scented mouth. I did lie to you.
Her tongue parted Kaydias lips, exploring her mouth. The familiar taste of her juices mingled with Quentins sharp, distantly-remembered flavor. Iwas too late to stop them, but he was unconscious. Her teeth scraped lightly over Kaydias tongue, then tugged her bottom lip. I just wanted you tomyself. All to myself. Her hands slid down her shoulders and over her back, and her eyes held Quentins as he watched them. I was sofuckingjealous, when I saw the security footage of the two of you in your apartment.
A flesh hand dug into the meat of Kaydias ass. The chrome one worked between them, her silk glove soaking up Kaydias juices as she worked an unyielding digit into her. Were you jealous, watching him fuck me? A silk-clad alloy thumb teased her clit as she worked a second finger in. Lets makehimjealous, she whispered, nipping Kaydias earlobe. Her fingers pushed deep, massaging the soft tissue beneath the hard alloy. Lets make him want to fuck you as hard as he fucked me.
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Kaydia hummed into her closed mouth, the pressure of Linora's fingers unyielding in her trembling depths. Heated metal filling and stretching her deliciously. And yet, something Linora said dawned on her. Something she couldn't let slip by.
"Were you jealous of him? Or were you jealous of us?" she asked, skimming one hand down Linora's flesh arm. "You say you wanted me, but I think you wantedus. Both of us."
"You wanted to fuck him, just as much as you wanted to fuck me. After all, you didn't waste any time jumping on that dick, did you?" Kaydia laughed, a thick, lustful sound. Their mouths joined again, Kaydia's building pleasure flowing into her kiss, into the duel and dance between tongues.
Was she truly sensing Linora's desires, or merely projecting her own? Already sharing Linora's sensation and feelings had blurred the line between their distinct selves, making difficult to determine whose desires she'd discovered. "You want both of us. And I want both of you." His finger tangled in Linora's dark hair, gripping tighter as rapture coiled between her thighs.
"The question is, does he want both of us?" She leaned back, half turning to look at Quentin now, holding his gaze while Linora kissed her throat. "Or would we actually take no for an answer?"
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You wanted to fuck him, just as much as you wanted to fuck me, Kaydia teased, her lips just brushing Linoras mouth. After all, you didn't waste any time jumping on that dick, did you?"
Yes Linora husked, opening herself to Kaydias questing tongue. *Both of you.*. Her words flowed through the Force, flavored with her mounting lust and memories of pleasuring herself to the spy footage. She slid her tongue over Kaydias and ground her mound against Kaydias thigh, coating her skin.
Both of them gasped as they parted, and Kaydias fingers tangled in her long hair. You want both of us. And I want both of you."
Yes, Linora breathed, moaning the word as the heat pooling in the assassins belly flowed through the Force to stoke her own hunger. Both of you, she agreed, bringing her lips to Kaydias throat. Her teeth caught skin, and the stinging pleasure flowed back into her through the Force as well. Now.
"The question is, does he want both of us?" She leaned back, half turning to look at Quentin now, holding his gaze while Linora kissed her throat. "Or would we actually take no for an answer?"
Quentin stepped up behind her, his eyes locked on hers. He gripped her hips, holding her as he pressed his steel-hard meat against her. What makes you think, he growled, that you have a choice? He rocked his hips, letting her feel his length sliding along the cleft of her ass, and his lips traced the back of her neck. Then sharp teeth dug in, leaving a stinging bruise on her fair skin.
You wer going to fuck her, Linora moaned, her breath hot on Kaydias ear. From behind.
Quentin caught a fist full of her raven hair and dragged her into a deep, hungry kiss over Kaydias shoulder. While she ate my cum out of your cunt.
Linora slipped her gloved hand from Kaydia, leaving her hanging in the edge of release. Wet silk trailed up her stomach, and then she pushed herself up onto the table. Yes, she agreed, scooting back and spreading her legs. While she licked my pussy clean.
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Quentin bit her so hard, Kaydia was surprised he hadn't drawn blood. Still, her shoulder throbbed, throbbed as fiercely as her engorged clit, desperate for her climax. Desperate to be filled by Quentin or Linora or both. The tease of the kiss over her shoulder, with both of them pressed against Kaydia, burned a jealous flame in Kaydia. Quentin, so hard, so hot, so near, drove her to near madness with want. With need.
And Linora spread herself before her, cum catching the dull light of the cell. An invitation, and demand. She had no choice, but to comply. No choice in their pleasure. And yet, she taunted Quentin, grinding her ass against his stiff length as she leaned in to taste Linora.
One hand opened Linora's lips, crismon labia still raw after Quentin had used her, mercilessly. Kaydia's other hand moved up Linora's body, groping for a perky breast. Her tongue speared deep, savoring Quentin's lust and Linora's cries. Calling up Quentin's lust once more, offering herself up to his dark demands.
More than once, she almost claimed his hard cock, as she moved against him. Sure, his grip on her hips was strong, but she fought him at every turn. Muscles in her thighs and stomach and even her ass strained and writhed against his grip, and she smeared her juices all over his abs and thighs. Adding her scent to Linora's, still clinging to him. Her lips found Linora's clit, sucking gently, then nipping at her, then sucking again, ratcheting Linora up to her level of maddening need and aching desire.
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Quentin grunted as he strained, muscles writhing as he tried to hold Kaydia still. She fought him, clearly enjoying herself as she worked to keep him from taking her. Fucking tease, he growled, sliding one hand over her rump and slapping it.
Linoras back arched, offering more of her breasts and cunt to Kaydias insistant hands and tongue. Fuck, yes, she moaned, shuddering as her pleasure mounted. Oh, fuck, yes yes she is
I want you, Quentin growled, hands slipping over Kaydias sweat-slick skin. Im going tohaveyou. His nails raked red scratches across her hips as he fought for a grip. Youre going tobegme while I pump my cum into you.
He bent over her, his chest tight against her back as he slid his hands down to grip her thighs. That grip held her mostly still, and he pressed the head of his shaft against her slick folds. Against, and then slowly in. Slowly because she clenched down, making him fight for every delicious inch of her slick walls. His struggles drive her hard into Linora, who moaned and ecstatically blasphemed.
Fuck, he gasped as he felt the last of her resistance give way. His aching meat pulsed within her and he drove himself hard, the air full of the wet sound of flesh slapping on flesh. Im going going to
Fuck her, Linora moaned as well, her chrome hand tangling in Kaydias hair. Fuck her into me. I want to feel it, when you fill her.
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Quentin didn't appreciate being teased. Or, he appreciated too much, wrapping his entire body around her to hold her still enough to fuck. To fill and stuff her full of his steel hard shaft. Fuck, but he felt incredible inside her, his swollen length stretching her exquisitely.
Not that Kaydia was ready to surrender, or anything like that. Oh sure, she'd opened to him, taken his thick cock. Now she claimed every inch of him, gripping him tight once he sheathed himself inside her. Fighting his retreat with strong, silken muscles. She challenged his very momentum, moving against his strokes and rhythm. The bucking of her hips begged for more. Harder thrusts, deeper strokes, a quicker pace and a demanding grip on her body.
Kaydia moaned out her ecstasy, her defiance into Linora, into her heated depths and needy lips. Her hands groped harder at Linora, reddening her fair skin with needy hands. Needy hands turned into questing fingers, two then three filling Linora while lips worshipped her throbbing clit. Moving in time with Quentin, as he used her.
Just as they'd used him.
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Linora writhed beneath Kaydia, flesh hand tangled in copper-red tressed as she fucked herself on the redheads probing tongue and fingers. Oh, oh fuck, she gasped, cupping her own breast with silk-sheathed metal. That thats it fuck fuck me like that
Kaydia stared up at her, jade-green eyes dark and heavy with lust. Behind her, Quentin pumped himself into Kaydias dripping cunt like he was trying to fuck both of them. Linora devoured the feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out of Kaydias walls, feeling the delicious friction in the Force. That oh oh, yes yes
Her thighs gripped Kaydias skull and she pulled Kaydias mouth tight against her pussy as she climaxed. Kay fuck! Oh oh fuck! Her hips thrashed, desperately seeking to pull Kaydia deeper, desperately trying , to prolonged the pleasure. Fucking cum! In in her! I want
Quentin leaned into Kaydia, feeling her sweat-slick back slide over his chest as he fucked her. As she fucked back onto him. Mine, he growled against the back of her skull. His own breath was coming in short bursts. You youremineKaydia. She made a sound of some sort in reply, a maybe-word muffled by Linoras thighs and mound, but she pushed herself onto his length as a response.
Quentin slid his hands up her stomach to cup her firm breasts. He squeezed, using them as a handle as he drove his meat into her. Mine he growled. Mine. And then his climax hit, his seed pumping into her womb as his hips bucked uncontrollably.
Oh, damn, Linora gasped, brushing strands of sweaty hair out of her face as she propped herself up to watch. Then she grinned, and jerked her head at the corner. Maybe maybe we should figure out what to tell the guards? They recorded all of this.
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Kaydia braced herself on the table with both arms, drawing heaving breaths to refill her lungs. Quentin had worked hard in her, flooding her with his cum, and now she was holding them both up. "Tell them Tell them to stop jerking off and get back to work." She laughed a little, shifting her stance to better support herself and Quentin, still half hard and buried inside her.
Leaning forward, she managed to capture Linora in another kiss, lighter this time, while she was still catching her breath. "And tell them if they upload that onto the holonet without cutting us into the profits, we will hunt them down and hurt them. Badly."
By now, she could stand, pushing herself and Quentin fully upright. He was still wrapped around her, though, his possessive grip exciting her still. "I 'd say you've laid your claim on me, quite thoroughly," she murmured, turning to reach his lips without having to disentangle from his grip. "But so did Linora. So the question stands: Are you willing to share me? And are you willing to be shared?"
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Quentin stiffened and Linora sat a little more upright at Kaydias question, each eying the other suspiciously. That Quentin began.
Thats a difficult question, Linora said, involuntarily running her hand over her prosthetic arm and then scratching at the scar tissue where her shoulder ended at chrome began. I mean, hedidmaim me.
Only because you tried to kill me on Haskar Station, Quentin pointed out. And after you made three separate attempts on my life,andafter you framed me for dealing the cilona and ryll that killed Master Neros Khan. He frowned, thinking. Oh. And sent a droideka and a Headhunter wing to kill me when
That was Master Qirils call, Linora huffed. Youd intercepted our merakyua supplier, and she decided that both of you were liabilities. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, and examined him severely. If it had been up to me, Id have tried to bring you in on it.
Laughing, Quentin shook his head. Wouldnt have worked. I was a pretty straight-laced young Jedi, then.
Linora slipped to her feet and wrapped her arms around Kaydia, resting her hands on his shoulder. And now?
Quentin considered. Well, he said slowly, we both know I wasnt a particularly straight laced Padawan. Kaydia distracted him momentarily by kissing Linora. The motion made him slip from her depths, and he leaned into her warm back with a possesdive embrace. And I dont know that you could call me particularly straight-laced now.
Linora laughed, sounding genuinely amused. Maybe just alittle less than in the Temple Archive.
Maybe, Quentin agreed with a grin. But sharing Kaydia with you? And being shared by the two of you? I. He pursed his lips, thinking. How far would that go?
Linora smiled, lingered over a deep kiss with Kaydia, then pulled Quentins face close over her shoulder. How far do you want to go? she breathed.
All the way, Quentin breathed in reply. Taking command of the ruling council of Black Sun itself.
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Now that's a dangerous conversation to have while naked, Kaydia suggested to both Quentin and Linora through the force. One of her hands went over his and she moved it to her stomach, pulling his body closer and tighter against her in the process.
It is a dangerous conversation,Linora agreed, her arm brushing Kaydia's shoulder as her fingers traveled up Quentin's firm biceps.Though, I am not sure being naked makes it any more dangerous.
Kaydia slid one thigh between Linora's legs, close enough now that her breasts flattened against Linora's. Do you really think your guards stopped recording us yet? Or are they watching us extra closely, in case we go at it again?
You sound like you want an audience. Linora cupped a breast, smooth silk and unyielding steel teasing her nipple. Kaydia's head lulled back, against Quentin's chest and a breathy moan escaped her lips.
Yes, she admitted, the word nearly spilling from her lips as her arousal built. And I still want to see the holovid you saved of my first night with Quentin. But that can wait until after we've planned our takeover of the Black Sun.
"Do you ever think we're on the wrong side?"
Aurianna glanced sideways, meeting Jeoram's gaze, before following his line of sight to the attractive Zeltron across the room. The perky, pink-skinned alien beamed a bubbly smile at them. Both of them, a stark contrast to the way the rest of the staff had politely avoided looking their way.
She chuckled inwardly, and shook her head, "No, never. She wasn't surprised the Zeltron was practically eyefucking her fellow Jedi. Like most of their kind, he had a slim, muscular physique, but he also had sharp, almost chiseled cheekbones and cerulean blue eyes, facial features more common of the biggest holovid stars than a keeper of the peace and protector of the Republic. While most admirers accepted Jedi nature with disappointment, a few took it as a challenge. Like the lovely Zeltron before them, currently stretching in a way that was deliberately provocative.
Aurianna supposed she looked most out of place here. Oh, her outfit wasn't much more modest than most of the other women here, but it did cover her in different ways. Her high-throated top covered and clung to her chest, but left shoulders and midriff bare, showing off her toned, muscular figure. Shiny, skin tight pants covered her, but left little to the imagination, and no doubt that every inch of her physique was tempered for strength. The lightsaber at her waist carried both threat and authority in equal measure.
"Mind our mission," she murmured. Months of investigation into a slave ring had lead them to Canto Bight. And while the Velvet Hour was a legitimate operation, boasting of willing and enthusiastic personnel, Aurianna suspected there were links to the slave ring just under the surface of the high end brothel.
"Oh, I'm quite mindful of it," Jeoram replied. "I'm of a mind to probe the matter rather deeply."
Aurianna rolled her eyes, "If you want to sleep with her, then sleep with her. I don't sense any coercion in her. Indeed, she seems rather keen."
Really?" Jeoram crooked an eyebrow. "Are you sure you aren't guiding me towards the temptation? Isn't desire a path to the darkside?"
"Unbridled desire is dangerous, yes, but denying our human nature is a lie, and also dangerous. Satisfying our physical urges frees our minds for nobler pursuits. Like our current mission." Aurianna glanced at the closed office door now, wondering if Mr. Kavaltaja were purposely keeping them waiting. Initially, she'd been surprised by his open invitation to chat, but by now she suspected that he realized that lying to and obfuscating a pair of Jedi would not go well for him.
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You may go in, now, the Zeltron woman purred, rising and opening the door. She moved just enough to let the Jedi pass her, her hip grazing Auriannas as she did. And Ill be waiting when youre finished.
Jeoram shook his head and chuckled, enjoying Aris expression of offended dignity. Does it makes it better that its probably not personal? he asked. Or worse?
The office was large, large enough to be a hanger for a single snub fighter, and dominated by a sloping wall of transparent armorcrys that offered a panoramic view of the Canto Bight skyline. The floor appeared to be marble, but was made of some sort of yielding material that made it feel like walking on a thin mattress. The walls were lined with holocasters displaying the activities going on in the Velvet Hour, a huge table filled the center of the room, and a crescent-shaped desk sat before the window.
Thank you for your patience, said the man behind the desk as he rose. He offered his hand, first to Aurianna and then to Jeoram. Its not often that we entertain two of the noble guardians of the Republic. Are you here on business, or pleasure?
Business, Im afraid, Jeoram replied, sizing the man up. Talk and dark haired, lean built, with piercing amber eyes. There was a scent of musk and hardwood about him, and a shadow in the Force. Hed been trained to resist casual mind reading, at least. But thank you for your time, Mr. Kavaltaja.
Oh, no, the man chuckled. Im afraid he couldnt make it - last minute business that required his personal attention. You understand, I hope? He clapped his hands. Ellora! Something to drink, please. A brandy for me, and whatever our guests desire!
The other occupant of the room, acurvy redheadin aplain black suitrose from her seat at the side of the desk. Of course. What would you like?
Jeoram glanced at his partner. Im sorry. We werent informed. You are?
The man smiled and gestured for them to take a seat. Hal-Jakan Teris, Chief Operations Officer of the Velvet Hour. And Mr. Kavaltaja has instructed me to offer you all assistance until he returns.
The man known as Mr. Kavaltaja sipped a blood-red liqueur as he watched the interaction through the holocast. It wasnt his real name, of course. Just an alias hed assumed - a little joke. The only name he actually had was the one the Order had given him as a foundling infant.
Matthias.
Theyre both quite pretty,observed the other occupant of the room, a slender man with platinum-blonde hair and pale blue eyes dressed in velvet and lace. He sipped his own drink, a pale amber fluid in a tall flute, and gestured at the image. Which one is your former apprentice, again?
The woman, Master, Matthias grunted, settling back into his seat. Aurianna. The other one is. Jordan, maybe? A friend of hers from the Temple.
The foppish man watched the proceedings for a moment. It was a wise decision to avoid letting her see you, I think. It prolongs the suspense. He smiled. Iwouldlike her brought in, though. Both of them, really. He smiled. They reallyarepretty.
Shrugging, Matthias sipped his liqueur. Shall I begin the process, my Master?
Not now. The foppish man selected a tiny pastry from the table beside him and examined it. For now, let us observe. And after? Why, I have another little task for you to look into.
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"If you don't mind, I'd like to get right into it." Aurianna started, sitting across from Hal-Jakan and crossing her legs. "A cargo ship registered to this company recently failed a surprise inspection by Republic customs agents. A great deal of contraband was discovered on board. Since all of the crew of that ship are direct employees of this company, and the manifest was signed by Mr. Kavaltaja directly."
The holodocuments in question flashed above the desk in flickers blues and green, clearly displaying the signature in question. "This is a serious concern indeed," Hal-Jakan agreed, holding up his glass while Ellora filled it with amber liquid. He took a sip before he continued, "Seems as if it could be an isolated incident, though. A few bad petty criminals taking advantage of our good name to conduct their criminal deeds. Did that really warrant a trip all the way out here to investigate this yourself?" There was a smirk in his cheeks, a subtle shade of knowing, as if he'd caught them in a lie or hypocrisy. No, there was more to it. It was smug, arrogant. He knew something, and more, he knew she couldn't prove it.
Ellora started to pour a second glass, but Aurianna covered it with her hand. "I wish I could believe that, but what was recovered far exceeds what we would expect to find from a small, independent group. I fear a well-organized cell is working within your ranks, Mr. Teris."
"Well, I am grateful you've brought this dreadful matter to our attention, so our internal review team can further investigate the matter."
"Yes, I do suspect you will want to conduct a full investigate, however, due to the sensitive nature of this case, I am afraid it will have to begin after we complete our investigation. Your internal review team is welcome to work with us in this endeavor, but we maintain jurisdiction."
"Of course, we will comply with the Republic at every turn. But you two had a long trip, didn't you? And your investigation will take a while yet, in any case. Ellora, see the Jedi to a room. I will prepare a memo instructing full cooperation with our esteemed guests."
"This hardly seems appropriate."
The "room" they had been assigned were easily the most extravagant accomdations either had ever received. A suite, really, with a massive sunken sitting area, around a holo-fire pit, a fully stocked bar and even a hot tub in one corner. On each end were separate bedrooms, with large beds
"Oh, surely two fine Jedi such as yourselves can't be corrupted by a bit of luxury," Ellora replied, her innocent tone betraying the mocking statement. Despite playing subservient to Hal-Jakan, she certainly seemed on his level. Both knew more than they let on. "And Mr. Teris has insisted I make myself available to both of you. Anything you need, just ask." She made meaningful eye contact with Jeoram then, taking his hand to input her signal details in his wrist comm. "Anything."
"Well, I am quite certain we're on the wrong side now." Jeoram laughed, and pulled a bunch of grapes off the fruit bowl at the center of the suite. He plopped one into his mouth and stretched over a cushioned lounge chair.
Aurianna sat near him, and pitched her voice low. "I wouldn't bring anyone back here, if I were you."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow her way, and swallowed another grape, "I thought I had your permission to sleep with whomever I wanted."
"You don't need my permission for that. But I have no doubt these rooms are bugged, and even less doubt that anyone here would hesitate to use anything they record as kompromat."
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Kompromat, Jeoram repeated, examining one of the grapes. Or we could just use the good old fashioned wordblackmail. Chuckling, he tossed the grape into the air and caught it in his mouth. Theres an easy preventative for that though, he said as he chewed. Just admit it. They cant blackmail you if you arent trying to hide it.
Catching Auriannas dark expression, he shook his head and selected another grape. And dont glare at me like that, he laughed, tossing the fruit back into the bowl. I am not - despite Master Mykels occasional lamentations - stupid. Window shoppings one thing, but buying? He shook his head as he stood up. Not during an investigation. Dont need to start thinking with the wrong head.
He was just starting to head for the bedroom hed claimed, when a gentle chime sounded. It took him a moment to figure out what it meant, and then he tapped a button on the couch. Animageappeared above the holographic flames, a woman wearing a more or less practical sleeveless jumpsuit. Mr. Jakan asked me to liaise with you, she announced, her voice a husky soprano through the hidden speakers of the room. May I come in?
Case in point, Jeoram pointed out, then tapped another button. Come on in.
The door hissed open and the wiman entered. She was short, only a few inches taller than five feet, with sunburn-pink skin and blue eyes and blue hair and blue lipstick to match. Her jumpsuit was open midway down her chest, exposing a generous helping of cleavage, and she carried a chrome-plated dataslate. Lendana Otirael, she announced, Chief Internal Auditor here at the Velvet Hour.
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Aurianna stood to greet the auditor as she entered, "Thank you, Miss Otirael."
She suspected she was less prudish than the average Jedi. Certainly not scandalized by most displays of sensuality. Nor did she believe herself above sexual desire. Her former master had seen to that. Challenged her to think critically about the teachings of the order. If Jedi were so dedicated to balance, why all the commitment to deprivation?
Even still, despite her protestations, Aurianna found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable at the Velvet Hour, and Lendana Otirael was just another part of that. Did even the upper management dress like the entertainment, body on display even if it weren't available for purchase? Standing over a foot taller, it was hard not to feel like she were looking down the woman's top. Though, as far as she had it zipped down, she didn't seem to mind the attention.
"We are going to need all the shipping logs going back two years, as well as the employment files of everyone aboard those trips, at least to start."
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We can certainly start there, Lendana agreed with a smile. Its rather a lot of information, though. She winked. Quite a bit goes in and out of th Velvet Hour.
Jeoram snorted, then rolled his eyes. Im sure, he replied dryly.
Lendana took a seat on the couch, resting her arms on the back in a way that arched her back slightly. Shall we get started, then?
Up to her, Jeoram shrugged, gesturing at his partner. Shes the brains of the operation. He shrugged on his grey yukata and belted it. Ill see you both later.
Oh? Lendana pouted. And here Id hoped to have both of you. Where are you going.
Out for a look, Jeoram replied, heading for the door. Maps are fine, but I like to explore. As the door opened, his thoughts touched Auriannas mind.Business, he assured her.I want to make sure of our exit routes, in case something goes ploin-shaped.
So do I, Lendana smiled, watching him leave. Her gaze lingered on the door as it hissed shut. Hes pretty. Does he keep you occupied between missions?
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"Out for a look," Jeoram replied, heading for the door. "Maps are fine, but I like to explore." As the door opened, his thoughts touched Aurianna's mind.Business, he assured her.I want to make sure of our exit routes, in case something goes ploin-shaped.
That's a good idea, Aurianna acknowledged, even if it meant being alone with the seductive Zeltron. She could certainly handle herself against this upper management suit. Though, it wasn't an altercation she was actually worried about.
"He's pretty. Does he keep you occupied between missions?"
"Yes, he does," she said frankly, ignoring the intrigue in Lendana's eyes while she booted up her own data slate. She likely assumed that meant sex, and Aurianna didn't see a point in correcting her. How could she possibly understand about the bond between Jedi? There was a degree of closeness that beyond the physical. Beyond sex. They worked together, trained together, even meditated together at times. Which was why it was better to encourage him to slept with other women. Sex didn't have to lead to attachment, but sex between them couldn't be without strings.
Lendana bit her lip and sighed, "Lucky you."
Aurianna slowly exhaled from her nose. They were trying to agitate her. Both of them, really, and it would have been juvenile to allow herself to be distracted. "For the time being, all I need are the records, so I can begin going over them. And I can contact you if I have questions."
"Chasing me out so soon?" Lendana pouted playfully.
"Not at all. But if you leave now, you can probably catch up to Sir Sanal, and give him a private tour."
"Oh, I like you!" Lendana laughed in a sultry purred, moving her cleavage in interesting ways. "I imagine that I will be spending a lot of time here with you. Late nights, early mornings. Plenty of time to get to know each other intimately." She swiped up on her data slate, sending over electronic records, and stood up, straightening her top and straining the zipper against carmine skin.
She left with a wink, and the dramatic sway of shapely hips.
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And how did it go? Matthias asked as Lendana entered the stairwell. In response, the Zeltron tossed him a small coin. Ah, he said knowingly, then smiled as he tucked the coin away. That well?
She is utterly self-righteous, Lendana laughed. And maybe stuck on her companion. And you were certainly right about me not being able to bed her on the first meeting.
They both started down the stairs, and a third person - a hulking Devonian - fell in behind them. You should have just forced her.
Lendana rolled her eyes and Matthias made a sound of dark amusement. My former student is aJedi, Ahmoet. Thats easier said than done.
Ahmoet grunted dismissively. Jedi are still mortal. Their powers just make it sweeter when they cant stop you.
The Baronet wants her to come to us willingly, Lendana answered with a sigh. Her willingness to submit toanydemand he makes of her was stressed. Remember?
Yeah. Ahmoet shook his horned head. Some Jedi mumbo-jumbo. I didnt
Sith, Matthias corrected.
What? Ahmoet sounded baffled.
The Baronet is Sith. Not Jedi. Matthias glanced back. There is a difference.
Ahmoet snorted. I dont really care about religious disputes, Matthias. Wizards are wizards, and I dont get any of it.
They paused at a service door as Lendana waved her hand over it. Are you going to defy him?
No. Ahmoet shook his head, voice partially drowned out by the blast door hissing open. I dont get it, but Ialsodont want to get turned inside out.
Oh, no sir, the bartender declared, waving off Jeorams money. Your drinks are on the house. He slid the foaming stein across the bar. Orders from the management.
Then take it as a tip, Jeoram replied, dropping the coins and lifting the stein. He sipped, pursed his lips, and nodded. Thats good.
The pongi Velvet Ale is brewed in house, the bartender offered, palming the coins and making them disappear.
My compliments to the brewmaster, Jeoram said, saluting with the mug and taking a longer pull. The first sip had revealed to him through the Force that there were no drugs or toxins in the beer. Nounexpected drugs or toxins, at any rate. So he leaned against the polished wood and watched his surroundings.
This particular bar was tame, compared to many of the facilities in the brothel-casino-hotel. The waitstaff were fully dressed for example, albeit inextremelytight clothing. And the entertainment was a lavender haired woman in a long black dress singingsome sort of love song. And it didnt offer a view of the sex arena, whateverthatwas.
So, he asked Aurianna through the Force.How did it go? Or are you still busy?
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Aurianna blew out a long breath once she was finally alone. She knew what they were trying to do to her, and worse, it was nearly working. A dull ache throbbed at her core, demanding attention. And Jeoram's question in the force didn't help matters much.
How did it go? Or are you still busy?
Yeah, I'm fucking her right now. Try back again in fifteen minutes.
She knew he'd be able to parse the sarcasm in her message, but she also hoped he might take her seriously, and get her some space for a short time. Because she needed to focus, and in order to focus, she was going to need to take care of the physical demands of arousal. And she preferred to do that alone. Sex was certainly pleasant, but she found she could get more or less the same result by herself, with less mess. With less complications, less risk. And the last thing she needed now was complications and risk.
The shower was roomy, with multiple shower heads at different angles and in different directions. To cater to multiple occupants, no doubt. Briefly the image of the slick, soapy nude bodies sliding over one another under the stream filled her mind, her own strong figure at the center of such indulgence. She screwed her eyes shut, then breathed deep until the vision dissipated.There is no passion, only serenity. There is passion, and yet there is serenity.
Hot water streamed from the showerhead, plastered her long hair back and soothing the tensions in her muscles. Eyes closed, Aurianna focused the sound of the water, imaging crashing sprays in a great ocean. Her body moved like the ocean, swaying in waves. Sensation building and cresting, tension contracting in her abdomen, and then receding with a shuddered breath. Heat coiled tighter within firm muscles, anticipation rising with her pounding heart. Release neared, and then ebbed, as Aurianna pulled herself back from the edge.
Ache buzzed in her thighs, in her depths, and in her arm, leaving her to admit that she wouldn't mind a hand right about now. Then, as if summoned by her own mind, an invisible hand joined her. Caressing her back, like the needles of steamy water from the showerhead. Aurianna steadied her breathing, or, atleast, tried to. Tried to drive her mind back to her neutral focus, and away from the dangerous direction this was veering towards. But another hand joined the first, stroking her cheek and trailing down her throat. Soft touches, teasing at a deeper desire.
Maybe in a stronger moment, she could have pushed the fantasies away. Maybe she still could right now, if she put her mind to it. Instead, Aurianna allowed herself to sink into the fantasy, allowed the mystery hands to grow bolder. The one on her back went lower, lower still, palming her firm ass. The other tightened over her neck, constricting her breathing just a bit, just enough to excite, to get her blood pumping faster, her own fingers pumping faster. Then that hand too went lower, cupping her perky breast and pinching her nipples.
Aurianna released an audible moan, soaking fingers working in and out of herself in a greedy rhythm. More unseen hands joined in feeling her up, two and four and more than she cared to count. Pinning her free hand to the slippery shower wall; massaging her thighs, and pulling them apart. Fisting in her hair, to pull her head back, and force her to arch her throat. Mouths followed after the hands, on her breasts, her shoulders, and even against her lip, swallowing up her building cries.
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An unseen hand gripped her wrist now, firmly drawing her fingers from her depths before she could find release. The unseen hands squeezing her ass moved to her thighs, spreading them. Something thick and hard brushed against her dripping sex, sliding along the slick lips. Another thick length stroked along the cleft of her ass, insistent and demanding. Two pairs of unseen hands explored her slick skin, before moving
to gather a fist full of crimson hair. Lendana gasped as Ahmoet pulled, arching her throat. Mathias teeth bruised the flesh above her jugular. Dana, she moaned, rolling her hips to grind against the two cocks that pressed against her openings.
Does she feel us? the Devonarian demanded, roughly forcing his free hand between Lendana and Matthias to squeeze her breast. Blunt nails pinched her nipple, drawing a cry from the Zeltron. Does she feel us through you?
Yes, she hissed, whimpering with lust as the Devonarians teeth dug into her shoulder. A spike of pain told her that hed drawn blood, and her cunt clenched as his snaky tongue lapped at the wound. She fisted a hand in Matthiass hair, capturing and fucking his tongue with her mouth as she ground back and forth against the two men.
I feel her as well, Matthias growled. I just wish wed made it to a shower as well. Their clothes lay scattered in the floor of the service corridor, and their animal noises of lust echoed.
I dont care, Ahmoet growled.
I dont either, Lendana moaned as Matthias bent his head to catch her other nipple with his lips. Her thighs parted wider. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Her.Through. Me.
In response the two men shifted..,
an unseen cock head pressing against the slick folds. A second pressing against the tight ring of her ass. Both forced themselves into her, demanding space within her body.
Briefly, Jeoram considered returning to the suite. It wasprobablysarcasm, but the thought of finding his partner entwined with the brothels Chief of Security made his cock achingly hard. But, no. It was clearly sarcasm, and Aurianna clearly wanted time alone. So he sipped his beer, and considered his next action.
Buy a woman a drink?
The question came from a tall, stacked blonde in a cropped top and tight pants. She perched on the stool next to him, moving with an effortless grace. Isnt that supposed to be buy agirla drink? he replied.
She leaned back on the bar, making the crop top strain against her bust. It was impressive, Jeoram noted, but so were the muscles that bunched in her arms. See anygirlshere? she countered.
Fair enough. He signaled the bartender. A round for her, as well. Same thing Im having. Then he looked her over before meeting her ice blue gaze. So. Wby are you looking for me?
She smiled at that. Youre one of the Jedi that arrived here, right?
Yeah, he allowed. And?
Well, Sir Jedi
Jeoram.
She shrugged, making the crop top shift interestingly. Lysa Delste. And Im hoping to learn a few things from you.
Really? He cocked an eyebrow. Like what?
She gestured at the far wall. Im an indentured gladiator in the Arena Av Lilla Doden, fighting under the put name Shrikee. And so far, four matches in, Im unbeaten.
Now Jeoram shrugged. Congratulations?
Thank you. She accepted her mug from the bartender and sipped. But I want to buy out my contract. Go free agent, maybe even own my own team. And to do that, I need to keep winning.
And..? Jeoram promoted.
She leaned in, voice conspiratorial. And I hear that Jedi can resistanything. So I want a few lessons.
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"Please" Aurianna whimpered, begged. Not that there was anyone to plead with, but she did all the same. Need coursed through her, throbbing like her pounding heart. "Please!" she cried out, desperation mounting, even as unseen lengths stroked over her dripping lips. "PleAhh!" Both cocks drove into her body, one after the other, filling her hungry cunt and spearing her ass.
She'd expected pain. Her own exploration of sexual pleasure hadn't included anal, much less multiple partners. Multiple cocks, thrust deep inside her, stretching and filling and overwhelming her. There was some pain, but even that felt good, paradoxically. She could take it, and she would, again and again and again
One simultaneous thrust from both sides drove the thoughts from her mind, and Aurianna screamed out her bliss. Not that her cries went far, before another mouth covered hers, and a smooth tongue fucked her throat. Every inch of her body serving their pleasure, taking every inch they could give her. Strong, firm chests pinned her figure, towering over her in a way she wasn't used to.
She bounced between both men, moved by them at first until she found leverage to move with them. Against them, legs tightening around anonymous hips to take more cock deep in her slit, and falling back onto the dick impaling her ass. Encouraging and inviting both men to take her, to use her, to fill her with their ecstasy.
Another synchronous thrust nearly broke her, stretching her holes aggressively, brushing up against agony as their shafts brushed against each other's, separated by only her thin inner walls. Both swelled inside her, too thick to take, and pumped her full of hot cum. The heat of their climaxes ignited hers, her greedy body milking every last drop of their passion. Aurianna staggered against the shower wall, unable to hold herself on quivering legs. Another blink, and it was all gone. The mystery partners, their stiff lengths, the heat of their release and their curious hands. And, despite the orgasm that reddened her skin, Aurianna felt even emptier than before. Fantasy wasn't enough. She need more.
Aurianna shut off the hot water and stumbled out of the stall, groping for a towel in the steam filled bathroom. Clarity typically follow release, but she was left more muddled than before. This exercise had done little to clear her head. No, it had filled it with fantasy and sensation, filled like she had been, just moments ago.
Now, she was glad and disappointed that Jeoram wasn't here. Too easy to imagine shoving him down onto one of the luxurious couches in their suite and climbing atop his thick shaft. Riding him with utter abandon until she climaxed hard on his cock, only to be shoved onto her back, and used until he filled her with his cum. She wanted him in every hole she possessed, filling her with fingers and tongue and dick. So much dick. She resisted to urge to call for him, in the force, knowing it would carry her need directly to him. No need to get both of them worked up, right now.
Instead she got dressed, donning her tight midriff bearing top and skin tight pants, and set off to find him. Despite the arousal consuming her, Aurianna had come upon a plan.
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Jeoram blinked, and tried to say something. Then he took a pull of his beer, and tried again. Wait. You want me totrainyou?
Yep. Lysa winked and sipped from her own mug.
As a Jedi? Jeoram started to say something else, but Lysa cut him off.
Shumael, no! she laughed. I doubt Id make it as some monastic kensai-shaman, even if I had the aptitude. I just want some mental discipline training in that there is no passion there is peace thing you-
Serenity, Jeoram interrupted.
What?
He sighed. There is no passion, there is serenity.
Exactly! Lysa beamed. So, how much. 500 dactares an hour?
I dont wait. He sipped his beer, and considered. Where did you come up with that figure?
Its what I charge, she replied.
For meditation lessons? he hazarded, feeling like he was missing something.
No, she laughed. For private sessions, after a performance in the Arena. And, if I keep my win streak up, I can charge even more.
That oh, hey! He waved his hand, making sure Ari saw him. Aurianna, over here! As Lysa glanced over, he filled her in. Thats my partner, Aurianna. I think we need to bring her in on this.
And? Matthias promoted, tugging his pants back on.
Lendana sighed and licked her lips. Oh, shelovedit. I cantasteher frustration. A smug, satisfied smile tugged her lips. Shes trying to deny herself, but she wants more.
Then letsgiveher more, Ahmoet growled, reaching for the Zeltron.
Ah-ah, she purred, shaking her head and resting a hand on his chest. Too much at once, and shell get suspicious. Her free hand gripped the Devonarians shaft, pumping it lightly. But you can givememore. She let her head roll to the side, eying Matthias with heavy-lidded eyes. You too.
Ill have to take a rain check, he demurred, starting to button his shirt. The Baronet is sending me to Mustafar. He said the Count sensed something happening there, and wants me to have a look,
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Aurianna ran through the code, repeating the mantra as she made her way down the stairs from the pent-house level floors.There is no passion, there is serenity. There is passion, and yet there is serenity.
Taking the stairs had helped clear her mind, some. Not nearly enough, though, as her heart raced when she caught Jeoram's gaze from across the bar. Raced, and then sunk, as she approached, and realized he'd been talking to another woman. Jealousy warred with desire, both emotions so irrational, she didn't trust herself to speak. She merely nodded in acknowledgement as Jeoram introduced her, and explained the situation.
Aurianna appreciated that it was simple explanation, because her focus didn't allow much else in the moment. Not as she imagined bringing this Lysa back to the suite with them. She was gorgeous, all firm muscle and soft curves. She actually looked like a woman able to brave the hungers of two pent up Jedi. Of course, discovering that she'd approached them for help learning to resist her own desires made Aurianna feel like a fraud. She'd arrived at the Velvet Hour less than 2 hours ago, and already she was looking for an excuse any excuse to indulge her carnal longings.
We can use her, she suggested to Jeoram, through the force. Careful to keep her contemplations away from her desire, as their thoughts touched one another's.Someone on the inside who can get us unique access.
Aurianna nodded thoughtfully. "I think we can provide some assistance with this. Is there a training area we can visit?"
As Lysa lead them toward the training area, she filled in the on the particulars of the Arena Av Lilla Doden. How the weapons and harnesses worked to translate pain into pleasure, and how the fights were a test of one's own will power as much as skill, as each combatant tried to drive the other mad with lust. While her explanations inflamed the hungers that gnawed at Aurianna's sanity, she had to admit, it might be their best way into the heart of the slaving conspiracy. Aurianna motioned with her neck towards training mats, and pulled her lightsaber. Instead of igniting her blade, she twisted the hilt, extending it into a 6 foot staff.
"You're coming at it from the wrong direction. You don't actually want to resist your desire to fuck." Aurianna opened with a direct frontal attack. Lysa saw through it, but Aurianna's Jedi reflexes left her scrambling to put up a defense.It's a good thing you left, earlier. They've been fucking with me since the moment we've arrived, tempting with sexual desire that I cannot resist. She let just a little of that desire bleed over into her force message.
Lysa twisted out of the deadlock, and followed up with a strike from the right "How do you figure that?"
Aurianna backflipped away from the strike, then lunged with the length of her staff, connecting with Lysa's thigh. "Consider, how does the match end, if you win?"We're never going to get close enough to learn anything while they perceive us to be incorruptible. They've been at this trade long enough to be able to close ranks entirely.
"I fuck the loser until I am satisfied." Lysa sidestepped the follow up blow, and pinning Aurianna's staff.
Sometimes, the only way forward is through. As in, allowing ourselves to be corrupted, to gain their trust.She closed the distance between herself and Lysa, ducking beneath her wide swing. Ending up behind the gladiator, she captured her with her staff, the metal shaft pinning their bodies together. Aurianna's lips brushed Lysa's ear as she whispered, "And, if you were to lose, how would the match end in that case?"
"I'd get fucked." Lysa defended herself with an elbow to the Jedi's gut, and flipped her onto her back. "Used however the winner desires."
"Fucking, in this case, is inevitable." Spinning her staff above her, Aurianna blocked Lysa's next attack, sending it wide, and kipped up while she recovered. "You don't need to learn to resist your desire. You need to learn to prioritize your ambition."Lysa can get us in with the sex fight arena. Then, a convincing loss reveals me to be just as vulnerable to lust as anyone.
Lysa batted away Aurianna's thrust, and connected with a jumping kick to the midsection. "In order to win, I need to resist my desire. I don't see how this helps."
"To deny your desire is to fight yourself, and you don't need to fight yourself. That what your opponent is there for. By shifting to focus to winning, you will be in the right mindset to resist your desire, when the time comes." Aurianna slid under a circular strike, and once she was close enough, hooked her staff behind Lysa's ankle. She was on the gladiator before she could defend herself, pinning her throat with the cool metal of her staff. She leaned in close, enjoying the way the gladiator struggled between her thighs. "Of course, that's just one point of view. My partner may have other ideas to explore with you."
I know this is risky. If we do this, I am going to need you nearby, every step of the way. I imagine this mission will challenge us in ways neither of us can predict. We'll need to stick together, in case it goes too deep, too dark, and we need to pull out.
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Jeoram perched on the sidelines, wishing he could enjoy the performance more. Because it was incredibly enjoyable, both on an aesthetic level and on the level of appreciating the skill on display. But Auriannas comments were bothering him. Badly.
Since when,he asked as Ari pinned Lysa with her staff,has a Jedi allowing himself to be corrupted ever been a good idea? Ulic qel-Droma and Revan are just two examples.
Ari countered by explaining her plan in more detail as she fought, proposing that she enter the arena and lose deliberately to get an in on the slavers. Jeoram shook his head in disbelief as she defeated Lysa.No kidding youd need me close, he declared.Because this is utterly insane. Were not trained for this kind of undercover work. I dont think any Jedi is.
Lysa stretched as Aurianna stepped away, struggling to control her breathing. Well? she asked, voice husky. What other ideas do you have?
Shrugging, Jeoram stepped onto the practice floor. He took a fighting stance, arms raised and empty. To begin with, Im not much of a teacher. But I remember a thing or two that my Master taught me.
No weapon? Lysa took a stance as well, blunt training sword ready. You sure about this.
Im sure, he answered. Then he gestured with a hand. Come on.
Lysa came in fast, feinting low and striking at his head. Jeoram blocked her wrist with his forearm, then kicked her in the stomach. She folded around the blow with a loud whoosh, then fell to the padded floor gagging for breath.
The key, my Master said, is focus. Kicking Lysas sword away, he crouched down and looked her in the eye. Stay focused, and you can overcome anything.
Drawing a ragged breath, Lysa looked up at him. And then she spun, lashing out with a long leg and sweeping him off his feet. Did? she gasped as she landed on top of him. Did you listen?
Jeoram twisted hard to take her elbow strike on his shoulder instead of the center of his chest. Bucking hard to throw off her balance, he twisted again and rolls, landing atop her. My Master, he replied, catching her wrist as she threw a punch, did say I needed to pay more attention.
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After twisting her saber back, it once again retracted to a simple hilt length, and Aurianna attached it to her belt. She didn't watch the fight. Instead she dug out a blank scroll, and jotted something down, quickly. By the time Jeoram as offering Lysa a hand up, she was offering the rolled up note.
"That's enough for a first lesson. Here are some meditations to use, to strengthen your focus. We'll met up again here, same time tomorrow?"
The note did include some earnest instructions for meditating, including mantras and breathing exercises. More importantly, however, it also included some the proposition for Lysa to introduce them to the head of the Arena, in lieu of payment. Aurianna was careful to keep her request and reasons vague, to protect the gladiator, in case the mission went tits up. The less she actually knew, the better. Less likely to punished for their investigation.
"I hope you aren't done yet," she challenged Jeoram, taking an unarmed fighting position across from him on the training mat. I'll give us a day to come up with a better plan for getting to the center of the slave trade here. Enough time for Lysa to arrange a meeting with the Arena director. In the meantime, I have a lot of frustration to work off, and I insist on your assistance with that. Whatever that ends up being.
With a cocky smirk, she bolted forth towards him.
"I think we need to have a serious conversation about the plan." Kaydia sat on Linora's desk, in her office. It was the first meeting with Linora and Quentin since he suggested taking over the Black Sun, after Linora willing released him from his cell, and arranged for fresh clothing for him.
"I don't I could manage a serious conversation right now." Linora release a quick chuckle, "At least, not with youdressedlike that."
Kaydia simpered and leaned back onto Linora's desk with one arm, arching her back to accentuate her curves and exposed skin. She'd changed into a shiny red leather bodysuit, skin-tight and zipped only half way up. She hadn't bothered with pants just thigh high boots. "If I am going to be Scarlet again, I may as well embrace it."
"Is that so?" Linora tugged her zipper down another inch, threatening to spill her cleavage out of the leather top already struggling to keep her contained. "So you're the dangerous and sexy assassin, and I'm the ruthless and powerful crime boss. What does that make Quentin?"
Kaydia didn't answer for a moment, choosing instead to let her gaze linger on his firm figure. "Clearly he's our eye-candy. But maybe he can prove himself to be the brains of our little operation here, since we still have some wrinkles to iron out before we take complete control of the Black Sun."
"Such as?" Linora rested her chin on her palm, clearly amused.
"We are going to need complete loyalty out of your Black Sun subordinates. Which might be tricky, since just a week ago they served a different Vigo. A VigoIkilled onyourorders."
"Alright, problem one identified." Linora tapped a button on her desk, and a console opened, revealing an ornate bottle and four empty glasses, along with a bucket of ice. Linora slowed poured drinks for each of them, while she contemplated in silence. "Fear can be a powerful motivator."
"Fear's a double edged sword." Kaydia accepted the drink, and took a sip. Pointing with her glass she continued, "It might work in the short term, but in the long term it paints a target on your back."
"I'm not going to use fear alone," Linora challenged swirling the ice and dark liquid in her glass. "It's a balancing act. They need to feel appreciated, when they do well by me. And terrified of what I'll do to them if they betray me."
"Whatwe'lldo," Kaydia corrected with a dark grin. Realization hit her then like a biting wind, and she took a deeper drink. "I know there is video of well, whathappened.Is there video of whatyou did?"
Linora was quiet for a time. "I, I think so."
"Good." Kaydia finished her drink, and poured herself another. "Let's use it."
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First of all, I haveno ideawhere you found this outfit, Quentin declared, taking his drink. Leather pants and a shirt that only buttons to the bottom of the rib cage?Really?
Eye candy, Linora reminded him. She made a show of enjoying the view. Maybe I should have skipped the pants, so you two would be a matching set. She toasted with her glass. Scary and Shadow.
Right Silver, Quentin shot back, watching Linora frown slightly and unconsciously flex her chrome fingers. But, this outfit notwithstanding, Id rather not advertise, He tugged ineffectually at his collar. I mean, a little fear and uncertainty and rumors are a good thing. But presenting them with incontrovertible proof of three trained Force users? Thats a bad thing.
Really? Linora leaned back in her chair and lifted an eyebrow. Why?
Because then were dangerous enough that one of your underlings might take a chance on notifying the Jedi. He sipped his drink, savoring the smoky flavor. The kind of video evidence youre talking about using would catch the eye of the Council. It could bringseveralMasters here. Maybe including Master Windu.
Ah. Linora frowned as she considered that. So. We cant use our best weapon, then.
No, we can. Quentin chuckled. We just have to play it smart.
Like what? Linora glanced at Kaydia. It might get suspicious if they keep dying of heart attacks after engaging expensive escorts.
No, no. Quentin waved his drink dismissively. We get them all together - you do that, right?
We do. Linora leaned forward. And then what?
Kaydia here distracts everyone, Quentin began, taking a moment to allow himself to be distracted by her as well. That much skin will throw anyone off, even if theyre straight women. And then he turned his attention to Linora. You announce that one of them is selling out Black Sun.
Which one? Linora asked, then held up a hand. Wait. No, it doesnt matter. Whichever one feels the guiltiest.
Yeah. Quentin sipped his drink. I mean, theyll havesomethingin their private files. So we kill that guy, and make a show of awarding his job to one of his subordinates. It sends two messages
That loyalty is rewarded, Linora smiled wickedly. And so is disloyalty. She drained her glass. Maybe youre not just eye candy after all.
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"Like what?" Linora glanced at Kaydia. "It might get suspicious if they keep dying of heart attacks after engaging expensive escorts."
"Hey, I don't just give people heart attacks," Kaydia argued, sipping at her second drink. "Sometimes I choke them, like a kink gone. Sometimes I stage a drug overdose, or a slip and fall. I even made one person choke on their food, at a restaurant, while I finished off my salad." Another drink, deeper this time, "I'm versatile, is all I mean."
Regardless, the conversation continued, with Quentin laying out a similar, if safer plan. One that kept a lot more of their cards close to their chest. Kaydia listened in silence, nodding in agreement and finishing her drink. The alcohol was good, but it didn't quite take the edge off.
"Sounds like a plan then." She placed her empty glass back on the desk and stood, stretching teasingly for just a second. "I'll be right back," She offered, brushing up against Quentin as she went past him.
Kaydia hit the light off as the entered the room. She wouldn't need it to find what she was looking for, and it might just stave off her headache for a moment longer. But it wouldn't hold off the other symptoms.
"Thinks she's a big scary assassin, does she?" The pirate captain stood in the middle of the room Linora had offered her, leering the same way he'd done when he first entered her cell.
His twin cocked her hip and grinned nastily, "Overconfident whore is more like it."
Kaydia ignored the hallucinations, while she still could, and sat at the edge of the bed. The bedside drawer opened without a sound, and what she needed was right on top. Needle, vial and tourniquet. She measure out a dose.
Not a large dose. She didn't need to be strung out, after all. She just needed to dull the razor edges of memory. Just enough to keep her level. As it so happened, there was just enough left for that, from the original vial Linora had given her. She'd have to ask for more. At least Linora wouldn't judge her. And hell, wasn't free drugs a perk of sleeping with a crime boss?
The needle bit into her skin in time with a deep breath. By the time she exhaled, she was already feeling it. Disconnected, disaffected, distant. In a way she could never achieve through mediation or Jedi teachings. Kaydia laughed to herself, the sound fainter than the clink of the needle landing back in the drawer.I would have been a terrible Jedishe murmured to herself, laying back on the bed to get comfortable.And now I've taken another Jedi away from the Order. At least I didn't kill this one.
Yet.
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Shes hurting, Quentin commented, pouring himself another drink.
Yes, Linora agreed, staring at the door. Those bastards did a number on her. I killed them all-
Good, Quentin interjected.
Thank you. She downed her glass. But it wasnt soon enough. And its not the first time its happened to her. Grimacing, she refilled her own glass. Black Sun made a real effort to break her down. Both of them looked up briefly as the emotional pain dulled down, and Linora sighed.
Quentin eyed the door. Lho? Blue bomb?
Inertia, Linora informed him. A sedative, and a nerve block. She sipped her drink. Not my speed, really. Give me a euphoric any day. But my old boss said it kept her on a leash.
More like apatheticwhore, the pirate sneered, his voice distant but clear. Thinks drugs keep us at bay.
His twins voice seemed to come from beside her ear, as if shed joined her on the bed. Cant shut us out that easy. Were inside you.
In your head, the pirate laughed, darkly. There was a faint sensation like hands on her skin, touching her through the bodysuit. Justoneof the places I was inside you.
Show her. The twins voice seemed to come from above her, and there was a distant sensation of hands gripping her wrist. Show her she cant escape us.
A ghostly cock seemed to grind against her through the bodysuit. Well always be in you, you stupid cunt. Memory called forth the memory of hard meat pushing into her, of mocking laughter at her pain. Of the feel of a thick cock roughly stretching her unprepared walls. Youll always be a victim.Our victim.
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Kaydia's back arched as the next stroke hilted inside her, his full length violating her. Again
"No," she whimpered. Too sluggish to resist, too dazed to call on the force.It's not real. Just a lie, it's all just lie. But it had been true. The memories were true. She'd been too lethargic then, too, still reeling from the effects of the gases the pirate had used to subdue them in the first place. And this time, she'd done it to herself.
Hands gripped her hips, pulling her into each thrust. Forcing her to take every inch.
It was tempting to call for Linora again, or Quentin, but she didn't want them to see her like this. Doped up to avoid her memories, and still tormented by them. Besides that meant they were right. She was still a victim, not strong enough to fight them off. Not strong enough to protect herself.
"You must have liked that piercing we left you with." He pulled out nearly all the way, just to drive into her again with bruising force, smashing into her tender cervix. Kaydia had to bite her lip not to cry out. "I can feel it, each time I fuck you."
Kaydia had been raped, but she wasn't Kaydia right now. She didn't have to be Kaydia again. Kaydia had failed the Jedi, had failed Master Ki Adi, had failed Quentin, had failed herself. Kaydia was weak, worthless, pathetic.
Kaydia was who Quentin loved. Had loved, before she'd betrayed him too.
"Hmm, yes. I feel you clenching around me. Want more, is that it?" He moved faster, slamming into her hips with his own, and jerking her breasts against her leather suit. "Want us to wreck your cunt again?"
Orange fire erupted in her mind, fighting the effects of the Inertia she'd given herself. Calling on the force, she willed her metabolism to work faster, burning off the drugs before she could actually enjoy them. Because even now, she had to fight, had to be on her guard. Each heartbeat brought clarity, and pain, throbbing in her head as she fought against herself.
"Not going to scream for us this time? Or do you need more cocks in you first?"
"SHUT UP!" she screamed, driving the phantom assailants away with the force of her will. The pressure on her wrists and between her thigh dissipated, the mirror across from her bed shattered, hundreds of shards reflecting her: wide eyed, hair tousled, posture tense.
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Both of them reached the door at the same time, Linora vaulting her desk and Quentin throwing his chair aside as he rose and turned. Glasses shattered, flung aside without concern. It was Linora who opened the door, though - the lock responding unhesitatingly to the control chip in her artificial arm. But it was Quentin who dragged her back as he took in Kaydias posture and demeanor, and the state of the room.
Shards of silvered glass were everywhere, and the frame of the mirror opposite the bed was twisted and split. The dresser beneath it had been crushed by some sort nimaginable force, and cracked plaster and stone fell from a crater behind it.
Kaydia was up on her knees, fists clenched, hair wild. Her eyes burned with gold and crimson, and her breath escaped in ragged gasps. She was an armed and I exploded bomb, he knew. And, somehow, sexy in a dangerous way. The kind of hard-edged sexy that reeked of blood and bruises and pants n mingled with pleasure.
The air crackled with the chill, burning might of rage and pain and hate.
The fuck..? Linora breathed.
Careful, Quentin warned, slowly easing into the room with Linora. He consciously kept his hands away from his weapons. Shes experiencing a dark fury. It could destroy us as easily as it destroyed the furniture.
She can do this? Linora questioned in a hushed voice.
Any of us could. Just polish one of us too far, and he shrugged.
Kaydia Linora began, reaching out only to flinch back as something dark crackled and snarled at her.
Scarlet, Quentin said, observing the reaction. Burning red eyes fastened in him, making him feel he was prey. He let her rage and pain wash through him, informing him. Theyre dead, Scarlet. But there are others like them, if you want revenge. He stepped forward, offering a hand. What do you want?
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Again, her rapists entered her room, albeit more cautiously this time. That first blast wasn't enough to scare them off? Fine, she would end them, end their memory, end her torment. End everything.
They whispered to each other, hesitating at the threshold. Whispering about her, no doubt. "Kaydia..." one called out, drawing her ire.Tale another step towards me, she dared, calling upon her pain to empower her.
"Scarlet." The name cut through the rage, allowing her a moment of focus. It wasn't her rapists who stood at the doorway, but her lovers. Concerned, and approaching her carefully. Scared for her, or scared of her?
"They're dead, Scarlet." Quentin assured her. She didn't need to hear the truth of his words in the force to believe him she watched Linora slaughter them, after all. But the memories still haunted her, beyond the reach of logic or reason. Memories she couldn't fight, not with the force. And not with drugs.
"But there are others like them, if you want revenge." He stepped forward, offering a hand. "What do you want?"
Scarlet stared a moment longer, waiting to see he would change back into the asshole pirate who'd tormented her, who'd enjoyed her agony as much as he'd enjoyed her body. But he didn't change, he just offered her something more meaningful than destroying furniture in a fit of rage.
"I want" She took his hand and rose to her feet. "I want revenge, and power. I want to them all to suffer, just"Just like I did, she didn't say, but she didn't need to. Quentin understood, as did Linora.
Quentin was close now, their bodies nearly touching. A confusing, maddening heat still coiled in her loins, her terror and rage mingling into lust she sought to control. Her grip tightened, pulling him against her in a flash, and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Taking a kiss, taking back control while losing it at the same time. She pulled away just as quickly as the kiss had started, and in that brief moment of disorientation, she twisting, and pushed Quentin down onto the bed.
"Right now, though?" she snarled, pouncing on him like a ravenous predator "Right now I need to fuck you senseless. Both of you."
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Quentin gasped as he hit the mattress, and then again as she straddled him. Lust and fury poured off her, hardening his cock even faster than the simple act of her grinding against him would have managed. He brought his hands up to fill them with her, only to have her catch his wrists and pin them to the mattress. Right now, though?" she snarled. "Right now I need to fuck you senseless. Her eyes, still burning crimson, flickered to Linora. Both of you."
Im he started to say, but the words were choked off by the two fingers she pushed into his mouth. He sucked at them as she tore at his shirt with her free hand, scratching red lines on his nails in the process.
Licking her lips, Linora joined them on the bed. Her hands slid up Scarlets thighs and over her leather-clad flanks. Both of us? she purred, molding her hands to Scarlets breasts. At the same time, or one after another. Her silvered fingers caught the tab of Scarlets zipper and drew it down, exposing more flesh to Quentins fevered eyes.
In response, Quentin pulled a hand free and caught the lapel of Linorassuit. He pulled, dragging her down onto the mattress as well. I think, he told her, thatScarletwill make that decision.
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"I'm going to use you first." Scarlet declared, slithering off Quentin just off to tug his pants off. His cock sprang forth at her bidding, stiff and ready for her. "Fuck myself on this thick cock until I am satisfied." She didn't undress, didn't need to. Just unzipped her suit enough to expose herself, enough for her slick cunt to smear her scent over his skin. Without any resistence, she slid down his hard length, filling herself with his thick cock. "And I don't give a fuck if you enjoy it or not."
Ghostly hands felt up Linora, tearing at her clothes until she was also nude. Cupping her breast, pulling her thighs apart, squeezing her throat and sliding two fingers into her dripping slit. Her objective was simple, but it required a deliberate balancing act, drawing Linora to the heights of paradise, only to pull back at the moment of climax, edging her into a lust-mad need. Until her entire world dissolved within the burning heat in her depths and the throbbing ache of her hungry cunt.
Scarlet enjoyed Quentin's body, and not just the part inside her. Both hands caressed his chest, his shoulders and his throat. Grasping his throat, against the muscles. Just pressure at first, just enough to feel her strength. As she gripped him tighter between her thighs, she choked him harder. Hard enough that each breath was a struggle, hard enough that his lungs couldn't fill with air.
Pleasure built, more and more, as she remembered every man and woman she'd killed this way. Fucking them, bodies wrapped around each other's, with her hands around their necks. She could kill Quentin right now, wouldn't take much more than this. Climax upon him while his body thrashed and fought for breath.
Just as her orgasm peaked and just as Quentin's vision grew dim and dark she released his neck, Body erect and arched in ecstasy. His desperate, gasping breaths drove his cock even harder into her trembling cunt, drawing out her bliss until it was nearly unbearable.
Scarlet threw herself back, leaving Quentin unsatisfied, his swollen cock jutting upwards in lust and twitching with need. Her cum glistened over his shaft, highlighting the bulging veins. Calling upon the force, she lifted Linora, legs spread eagle, and sank her slippery pussy down on Quentin's cock. "Fuck each other," Scarlet demanded, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "Whoever cums last gets to have me next."
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Lost in the aching prelude to orgasm, Linora didnt notice at first when the Force lifted her from the bed. She was preoccupied by the way it had torn her clothes from her body, and then caressed and penetrated her like a demanding lover. And by the ferocious way Scarlet used Quentin to fuck herself. But the awareness of weightlessness came as she rotated, and she saw Quentin below her. Unseen hands lowered her, and she cried out as she sank upon his slick, glistening shaft.
Fuck each other," Scarlet demanded, draping herself against the headboard of the bed, legs spread to display her slick, well-fucked cunt. "Whoever cums last gets to have me next."
Leaning forward, Linora gripped Quentins shoulders. You just had her, she hissed, clenching her inner walls and dragging herself up his length. My turn.
His body arched beneath her as she sank back down him. No, he growled, raking his nails up her sides and squeezing her breasts. After that? Imgoing to to have her again
Biting her lip against the hunger in her core, she braced her palms on his pectorals and rolled her hips slow and deep. Im going, she growled back, to fuck the cum out if you. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, met Scarlets hungry crimson gaze. She smiled, licking her lips. I think shell enjoy tasting you in me.
Quentin released her breasts, gripping her hips instead. Linora gasped as, with the extra leverage, he began pounding up into her aching depths. Think you can last? he taunted.
You always came first, she taunted back, flexing her knees to meet his thrusts. She continued locking eyes with Scarlet. Cum in me now, she husked. I want to feel you cum
Cum cum on me Quentin shot back. Milk my dick with with your cunt
She honestly couldnt have said who climaxed first. Without warning she was crying out as pleasure erupted within her, as she felt Quentins see flood her. Both of them moaned as hands and then bodies slipped and slid over one another, and then she collapsed onto his chest.
I she managed, before closing her eyes and gasping as Quentin pulsed within her again. I dont actually know who won.
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"Pity," Scarlet murmured, voice husky. Watching them together had been hot, especially with the knowledge that she'd orchestrated it. They fucked each other on her command. "Guess that means I get both of you. Or you both get me."
She leaned forward, running her hand over Linora's back into it tangled in her long hair, then pulled her into a kiss. "Shall we both fuck you? Fill both of your tight holes with cock and pound you until you break?" Tighter, her fingers gripped her hair, tugging off Quentin a little more, so Kaydia could cup one of her perky breasts. Questing fingers found an erect nipple, and pinched it until she winced and whimpered. Until she clenched on Quentin's still half hard meat.
"Or are we both going to use Quentin?" She released Linora's breast, and ran a sinlge sharp nail down the middle of Quentin's chest. Not quite hard enough to draw blood, but she left a red scratch behind. "Take turns sucking our flavors from his dick until he's hard enough for us?"
Again she kissed Linora, deeper, hungrier this time, needing more. Needing something. "Or, are you both going to fuck me? Serve my pleasure and drive me mad with lust?" Her bared breasts pressed into Linora's, tongues dueling for dominance in the kiss. The kiss broke with a mutual gasp for air, but Scarlet didn't relent, trailing lips over her cheek and down her throat, savoring the sweet salty tang of her skin. Kissing turn into biting, eager to mark Linora, mark her claim, her possession, and leaving her with a deep red bruise.
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Something hot and hungry flared in Linora, a confused mixture of hunger and lust and jealousy? That one caught her off guard. Was it jealousy over sharing Quentin, or over sharing Scarlet. Either sounded ridiculous, with one still buried deep in her and the other exploring her body with fingers and teeth. But the sharp, bruising feel of a bite marking her weighted her towards lust.
Full of yourself, arent you? she husked, tangling her living fingers in Scarlets hair, dragging her mouth back up to meet hers. Her tongue traced Scarlets lips, then slipped between them to claim her mouth. Chrome fingers slid down her leather-clad back, unyielding against supple skin. Besides. Ive got a better idea.
She leaned into Scarlet, hooking her inner thigh and adjusting her to straddle Quentins face. Then she leaned back, using Scarlets hair to guide her down her body. Maybe you should see whatIm full of, she murmured in a husky voice, arching her hips and back to give Scarlet access to her pussy, and to the cock still filling her. Bracing herself on her elbow, she cupped her bare breast with her silver hand. And taste whatyoull be full of, soon enough.
He was slightly dazed from the force of his orgasm, but that didnt keep Quentin from getting what Linora was trying to do. His hands joined her prosthetic in easing Scarlet into position. He had a view of crimson leather coating a firm round ass and framing a slick, shaved pussy, and the scent of Scarlets arousal was thick and powerful. He slid his arms between her thighs and his hands over her back to grip her ass. Then he traced her lips with his tongue, tasting her arousal.
As if in response, he felt the slippery heat of Scarlets tongue on his shaft, exploring where his semihard meat pressed into Linora. He allowed himself to utter a long, low moan into Scarlets cunt, then tightened his hands and drew her against his mouth. His lips and tongue found her clit, sucking and rolling the sensitive flesh.
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A pearly drop beaded from her taut stretched lips, and rolled slowly down Quentin's cock, before Scarlet lapped it up. Fuck, she really could go for being full of cock and cum right now. Though, Quentin's tongue was a delightful substitute, for the time being. She mimicked his ministration on Linora, teasing and toying with her firm nub, making her tense up, and squeeze more of Quentin's cum out of his cock and her cunt.
"What am I going to be full of, hmm?" Scarlet taunted, slowing licking down Quentin's length, and back up against to savor his and Linora's climax. "Am I going to be flooded with cum? Split open on some stiff fucking cock?" Fuck, she was getting herself wet talking about it. Imaging it.
And Quentin was too, based on the way he twitched inside Linora, making her gasp and groan. Or was it the insistent grip of his hands, pulling her even closer to his face by her ass? The fact that he could be inside another woman and still crave her so thoroughly was insanely hot.
Straining, Scarlet managing to slide her tongue alongside Quentin's cock, and inside Linora. More of their mingled juices flowed into her mouth, musky and hot, until it drenched her chin. Her chin was still gleaming as she pulled away, leaning into Linora and Nipping at her thighs. "And what are you going to be doing, while he fills me with this big dick and his cum?
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Using my imagination, Linora grinned, her voice husky. She cupped Scarlets chin with her artificial hand, gently guiding her up. The movement brought their faces closer and shifted Scarlets weight, pushing her hips and cunt tighter into Quentins mouth. And my tongue, she added, tasting herself and Quentin on Scarlets lips. Fucking you with my tongue, while he fucks you with this thick cock. She rolled her hips for emphasis.
Her lips traced Scarlets jaw, sucking two flavors of cum from her chin. He just came, too, she murmured, tracing metal fingers between Scarlets breasts and down her chest. So he should be able to fuck you for a while before he pumps his cum into you. A metallic finger found Scarlets clit, the unyielding hardness vying with the slippery strength of Quentins tongue for a pace on the sensitive flesh.
She shifted her position, letting Quentins shaft slip from her. He stood erect, still semi-hard and glistening in the darkness. Come here, she invited as she rolled into her back. Please, she added, pitching her voice low and playful. Please, let your hungry slut tongue-fuck you while you ride her face.
Quentin pushed himself up, the air cool on his wet lips and cheeks as he watched Scarlet consider Linoras offer. The bed creaked as he came up to his knees and moved behind her. You should, he whispered, pressing his chest against her back as he cupped her breasts. How often do you get a Black Sun boss begging to be your whore?
Mmmm, Linora purred, arching her hips as she scooted closer to Scarlet. Thats right, she murmured, caressing her slick mound with steel fingers. Please let me be your whore
Quentin rolled his hips, grinding his cum-slick cock against the cleft of Scarlets ass. Let me be your whore as well, he whispered, thumbs circling her nipples. His cock slid against her ass. Let me fuck you with this thick whores dick while your slut whore tongue fucks you.
Linora arched her body again, scooting even closer. Her mouth caressed Scarlets inner thigh, teeth scraping tender skin. Does that please you? she purred. Does the thought of using both your whores to fuck yourself to orgasm please you, Mistress Scarlet?
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Scarlet had found she liked being in control. She enjoyed watching Quentin and Linora together, especially because it had been her will that made them fuck. Her will had kept both on the edge of ecstasy, and it was a delight to watch them pursue it together. Now, she wanted it too. Not just the pleasure, but the connection, their touch, and embrace.
She was quickly losing control of the situation, even as Linora and Quentin offered the illusion of control. A choice they already knew she'd make, a desire they already knew she'd succumb to. Quentin's hard body pressed into her back, and his hardening cock, grinding against her ass. Fuck she wanted him, wanted him to fuck her hard, hard enough to push away the memories and the sorrow and the pain. To replace the pain with a different pain, the pleasant ache of a rough fucking.
Her hands went over his, encouraging his ministrations, begging without for more. She craned her neck to reach his lips, sharing his flavor with him. "I want you both. I" A gasp cut off her words, a gasp inspired by Linora's dutiful tongue. "I need you both. Now."
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Linora shifted her hips, spreading her thighs as she traced the outline of Scarlet's pussy lips with her tongue. "Now?", she purred, just touching Scarlet's clit with her tongue. "Are you commanding us to fuck you, mistress?" She trailed her silver hand down her own body, stroking her own mound as she sucked lightly at her lover. "The way you commanded us to fuck one another?"
Quentin chuckled, low and hungry. "Harder, I think." He reached out with the Force, seizing a small bottle from the nightstand and calling it to his hand. "Harder, and longer, and deeper." There was a click as he opened the bottle, and something warm and wet splashed onto the small of Scarlet's back and ran between the cleft of her ass. Then Quentin tossed the bottle aside and combed his fingers through Scarlet's hair before gently pushing her forward and down across Linora's glistening body.
"Mmm..." Linora purred, not moving her silver hand as she felt Scarlet's breath on her mound. Her words were muffled, indistinct between Scarlet's thighs. "That does sound good." She ran her tongue over Scarlet's slit as, spreading her legs and arching her back, she slowly sank one silver finger into her depths. Her mind opened in the Force, letting Scarlet taste her own juices on Linora's tongue, and feel Linora's walls gripping the unyielding alloy of her prosthetic finger as it slowly worked inside her. Her mouth opened, molding to Scarlet's mound as her tongue plunged into her.
Quentin spent a moment enjoying the sight, then shifted his attention. He stroked his shaft against Scarlet's ass, coating himself in the lube that he'd used to coat her. Then he moved, pressing the slick head of his shaft against her puckered ring of muscle. "Is this what you needed?" he asked voice catching as he felt the muscle open around his head. "This hard cock, deep in you?" His hands gripped her hips, forcing her to hold still as he pushed slowly into her. "Filling you, after watching me fill Linora?"
Linora's free hand slid up Scarlet's thigh, gripping Quentin's hand for a moment before digging nails into the flesh of Scarlet's ass. Her tongue thrust deep, tracing the inner bulge of Quentin's shaft as she pushed a second finger into her own depths.You can taste him in me,she said through the Force, using the two silver fingers to open herself to Scarlet's gaze.Deep in me.
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Scarlet gasped as Quentin breached her ass, his steel hard cock pushing forth with each of her heaving breaths. He wasn't rough yet but he was relentless, and she whimpered as he sheathed himself fully in her ass.
Light caught on Linora's silver finger, glistening with her desire and Quentin's lust. Her dripping lips were still red after fucking Quentin so hard. Fuck, she smelled good, musky of sex, mingled with her own and Quentin's scents. Scarlet speared her tongue deep into Linora's cunt, drinking deep of pleasure Quentin pumped inside her. Mimicking the unyielding motions of his cock, inside her.
Another deep thrust drew her away from Linora's slit, her breathy gasp escaping in a sharp moan. It was hard to think, filled with Quentin's dick and Linora's tongue. Hard to focus on anything but the pleasure, the need that coursed through her. Just what she needed most, in that moment. Lips wrapped around Linora's clit, she sucked, and licked, and sucked again, desperate for more of them, both of them. All of them.
"Fuck, I'm so close," she admitted, in a moment of honesty, a moment of need. One, then two of her fingers join Linora's in her pussy, stretching her further, four fingers filling her. "Cum with me. Please"
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Linoras thighs gripped Scarlets head, squeezing tighter as she bucked against the fingers and tongue filling her depths. Her chrome fingers slid from her pussy to tangle in Scarlets hair, trying to pull her skilled mouth closer. Her own eager cries of pleasure were muffled by Scarlets cunt, but her jerking body and the building wordless ecstasy radiating out through the Force left no doubt that she was close.
Quentin leaned forward, supporting his weight with one hand as he gripped a fist full of flame-colored hai with the other. Fuck me, he growled, unsure and uncaring if he was speaking for Linora or himself. His hips jerked rhythmically, pumping into Scarlets ass and making her body bounce with each thrust. Make me cum. Make me cum with you.
A muffled whimper of unbearable pleasure escaped between Scarlets thighs as Linora sucked her clit, and then her body spawned as the delirious rapture of her orgasm flooded the Force around them. Quentin jerked uncontrollably and roared out the triumph that Linora couldnt, his orgasm mingling with hers as his cock pumped hot cum deep into Scarlets ass.
Finally, gasping for breath, he toppled to his side. His semi-hard dick spurted across Scarlets back as he slipped from her, and a final pearly jet splattered across his stomach as he hit the mattress. Fuck, he gasped, lungs straining. I think you killed me.
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"Fuck I think you killed me."
Scarlet laughed, a breathy chuckle that covered her heaving breaths, "I told you, it's not just heart attacks after sex. Sometimes I drain every last drop" She leaned over to kiss Quentin, giving Linora space to crawl out from beneath her. With Linora sitting up, beside her, she craned to neck to kiss her as well, but stopped short with a hiss of pain.
"Regardless, we are going to need to establish some rules between us three. Like, you both can't pull my hair at the same, and you especially can't pull my hair in opposite directions," she complained playfully, falling in between Quentin and Linora, "I can bend a lot of ways, but I can't bend both way at once." With a tug on her living arm, Scarlet pulled Linora down beside her, and kissed her then, sharing and savoring the musky flavors of their mutual pleasure.
Once the kiss broke, movement in the shadows caught her eye, and twisted, hateful grins seizing her heart. No one was there, of course, no one living. Shades of memory, not real threats, but she couldn't easily convince her paranoid mind or her pounding heart of that fact. Instead she gripped Quentin's arm tighter around her waist, and hooked her legs between Linora's. "So what's the plan? After we secure our position here, I mean. You've promised revenge"
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Sensing apprehension, Linoras eyes flickered towards the edges of the room as well. There was nothing there. Nothing but the ghosts that Scarlet battled, at least. Ghosts that, she was sure, motivated Scarlets question. The plan is vague, she admitted, snuggling in. Consolidating my - our - position has taken all my attention.
Quentin yawned, then reached out with the Force. I thought you were already in charge, he said, opening the bottle of water hed called to his hand.
Not quite, Linora replied. Im in the best position, but Black Sun hasnt confirmed it yet. She smiled without humor. They like to let things work themselves out when a Vigo gets assassinated.
Quentin drained half the bottle at one go. Survival of the fittest?
Something like that. She stole the bottle from Quentin, took a swig, and offered it to Scarlet. So my plan is to invite all the Family heads on Mustafar to a call it a party, I guess. She chuckled. And then kill someone as a show of force.
Who? Quentin asked.
Dunno, yet. Thats the problem. Sighing, she tossed the empty bottle back and burrowed back into Scarlets arms. I cant get any agents into the other Families to find out whos actively plotting against me.
Quentin thought for a moment, then snickered. You dont need to.
What?
At dinner, just announce that one of the assembled guests is plotting against you. He laughed. Pick the plot details out of the mind of the guiltiest person - or from the person you like the least - and lay them out. Brutally kill that person and anyone who moves to defend them, and thank everyone else for their loyalty. Another laugh. Then reward them all with parts of the dead persons operations. After keeping the best of it for yourself.
Not bad, Linora said after a moment. Not bad at all.
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"You want to compete in the Arena Av Lilla?" Hal-Jakan eyed Aurianna speculatively, cybernetic and organic eyes tracing her curves. "You're certain? You do know how those matches end, don't you?"
"I am prepared to take his investigation wherever it leads." Aurianna stood firm, hands behind her back, feet shoulder-width apart, a pose emphasizing her strength and sensuality all at once. "My feelings on the matter will not get in the way of that."
Hal-Jakan chuckled, "I admire your dedication. I hope you understand that my gladiators cannot not go easy on you."
"I'd be quite offended if they did!" It was Aurianna's turn to laugh, "I am a Jedi knight, after all. I imagine one on one isn't quite fair."
Hal-Jakan shrugged. "Fairness in these bouts isn't as important as entertainment. That's my main concern."
"Then let's make it entertaining. Two on one? Three on one?" Aurianna stepped closer, close enough he could feel her heat against his body. She wasn't adept at using her sexuality to get her way, but she was confident it had the intended effect. "I'll leave that up to you."
"I know you won't disappoint," Hal Jakan murmured, his breath tickling her face. "Ellora, I trust you'll get her prepared."
"Gladly," she redhead acknowledged, rising from her chair. She beckoned Aurianna with a wordless nod of her head, and led the Jedi out of the office, and down the hall. She didn't speak again until she led her into a small room, like an infirmary. "First things first: on your knees."
Aurianna blinked, and swallowed hard. Sure, she'd just agreed to participate in a sex fight before a crowd, but she didn't expect to get right into well, whatever Ellora was suggesting. Demanding? "What?"
Ellora must have sensed her discomfort, based on the lopsided smirk on her face. "You're tall, and I need to get a needle in your neck."
"Right," Aurianna nodded, and gathered her hair on the other side of her shoulders, before kneeling beside the redhead. "What's in it?"
"Vaccines mostly." Ellora snapped on a pair of vinyl gloves. "Most of the gladiators also service members of the public, even if they cater to a wealthier demographic. Vaccines are the best way to prevent the spread of sexually transmitted disease."
That all made sense, and she could tell Ellora wasn't lying about that, but she was hiding something. "Yeah, I understand that. Anything else I need to know about?"
"It also contains nano-transmitters that attach to your nerves." Ellora explained, as she measured out a dose. "That's what translates pain sensations into pleasure sensations."
Aurianna nodded; Lysa had told her about them. Crooking her head, she gave Ellora access to her neck. "Right. How do I control them?"
"You'll get a remote. I recommend leaving it only with someone you trust. You aren't going to have time to adjust it during a match."
Scarlet didn't enjoy playing the role of eye-candy this evening. It wasn't usually an issue, but after everything she'd gone through, the feel of predatory eyes on her made her skin crawl. She didn't even get the benefit of knowing she would get to kill someone before the night was over. That was Linora's role, this time around, to secure her position as a respected and feared Vigo. It was better to keep her own skills a secret, such that only her victims knew of what she was truly capable.
The only thing that had made any of it worth it was Quentin, and the way she kept catching him glance at her from across the room. The promise in his gaze the hunger excited her. They both knew it would be easy for him to drag her into a nearby hallway, and fuck her against the wall. He wouldn't even need to remove herdress, just bunch it over her hips, and slip between the high-cut slit to reach her own dripping slit beneath. They could sneak off at any time, and sneak back before anyone noticed their absence.
She wasn't the only eye candy this evening. Linora had several brothels under her, besides the Velvet Spire, and even had plans for new venture, the Silken Siren: a fancy cruiser that would allow her passengers the company of lovely escorts for the duration of the trip. That fact that it would be easy cover for smuggling operations was just a bonus. Regardless, the room was filled with beautiful men and women, enough to feel like she wasn't out of place. Still, she doubted any of them could kill a person with their mind. A fantasy she nursed alongside her champagne, making it easy to smile and giggle at the greasy mook who currently chatted her up.
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She allowed a moment for further questions, tapping the syringe to make sure there were no air bubbles in it. "After the initial injection," Ellora continued, "you'll have between six and eight hours of intermittent synesthesia, while the nanotransmitters replicate and attach to your nerves. I'm told chromesthesia and lexical-gustatory synesthesia is the most common, followed by audio-tactile synesthesia and misophonia. It'sstronglyrecommended that someone you trust help you get back to your room and lie down until the effects fade."
Placing the syringe back on the tray, she swept Aurianna's long black hair over one shoulder to expose the back of her neck. There was a click and a hum, and the tingling sensation of an antiseptic beam played over the base of her skull. "I'm told that the injection is deeply uncomfortable," she said, recovering the syringe. "It goes into the foramen magnum, so the nanotransmitters can most efficiently circulate through your central nervous system." She pushed Aurianna's head forward with t=her free hand, placing the Jedi into a pose like a mockery of prayer. Then there was the pricking sensation of the needle touching her skin. "Last chance. You still in?"
With that she drove the needle in, puncturing skin and muscle. After an impossibly long instant, it stopped with the syringe flush on her skin. Ellora depressed the plunger smoothly, sending a concentrated stream of vaccines and nanomachines into the fluids of her spine like a jet of ice water. Then the needle withdrew, with the sensation of the letter "k" spiking into her flesh. "There you go," Ellora informed her, tossing the needle into a sanitizer. "All set. You'll really start noticing the side effects in ten minutes or so, and they'll hit maximum potency in about two hours. And don't try using your Jedi training to flush them and get through it sooner," she added, patting Aurianna's shoulder playfully. "That'll actually keep them from taking proper hold, and you'll just have to go through it all over again."
Unlike Scarlet, Linora wasn't dressed to be eye-candy. She'd chosen atailored black skirt and pearl-grey blouse, and black gloves concealing her flesh and metal hands. It still looked good, she knew, but still professional. "Sexy ball-breaker," Quentin had dubbed the look, which was essentially the air she was trying to project. Feminine, but strong and ruthless enough to keep and hold the position she'd claimed on Mustafar. Sexy, but willing to step over the cooling body of anyone stupid enough to cross her.
The sleekblack lightsaber hilthanging at her side on a silver chain helped reinforce that impression. Everyone in the room - everyone that mattered, at least - knew that Vigo Linora Sunfell was a former Jedi Knight, after all. It helped reinforce the fear she wanted her subordinates to feel when they considered crossing her.
For the moment, though, she had to play hostess. Scarlett was busy talking toVan Diree, who ran the southside gambling and narcotics trade. Not the brothels - he was smart enough to know he wasn't any good at that part of the business, and so he left that toBiala Kovon, his partner and mistress. Their relationship was strong, but he also fancied himself a ladies' man. Give him credit for courage, anyway, since he knew who Scarlett was. Give him credit for brains as well - both for chatting up the sexiest woman in the room and for knowing his best bet was backing her.
And speaking of sexy, there was Quentin in an incongruouswhite suitserving as eye candy forTiphane Salas, the deceptively cute and perky leg breaker who ran protection and extortion rackets and dabbled in kidnapping and trafficking. Watch out for her, she warned him.
Quentins response was a dismissive mental sensation that, had it been vocalized, would have been an offended snort.
Pulling her attention back to the present, she stepped to the top of the stairs and paused for effect. In response a sea of pitiless eyes sized her up, all of them weighing the benefits and risks of trying to kill her. Let them. Because, by the end of the night, all of them would knowexactlywhere they stood in the power structure.
Is it too late to just kill them all, and then promote people I can trust?she asked her lovers.
And who would that be?came Quentins sardonic reply.
Chuckling a little, she descended the stairs.Let the games begin.
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Hey, don't tempt me with a good time, Scarlet called back through their bond. She allowed herself a giggle, and allowed her companion to think that giggle had anything to do with what he'd said.
Of course, if she actually wanted to make her lovers jealous, she'd had to do better than a greasy drug peddler. But all the attractive men at the party were already under employed under Linora.
Well, except one. Tall, sharp features and piercing eyes. Almost intimidating, which was saying something, in a room full of violent and powerful criminals. And yet, that was a draw too
And yet, he was almost familiar, as if she were on the verge of recognizing him. Had she seen him with the Black Sun ruling council? She done a few jobs for the big bosses, but that had been years ago, and she didn't think she'd seen him then. But where? When? The question gnawed at her, and yet eluded her, unable to be found in her empty glass.
But at least it was an out to excuse herself from Van Diree, and wander near the mysterious stranger. Their eyes meet for a moment, recollection yet thwarting her, until he spoke, and she recognized the last thing she ever expected.
"Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie."
The lines were from a poem, a poem she found herself surprised to recall. Seizing on the opportunity, she recited the last stanza back to him.
"At least, 'tis mutual risk,
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life, each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon."
"I see you're not just a pretty face," the handsome stranger remarked, offering her a fresh glass of champagne.
"Not just a pretty face. I also have a great pair of tits." Scarlet smirked, taking a long sip from her flute, and allowing the man a moment to appreciate at her ample cleavage. "But I have to admit, I am surprised to find someone reciting Emyla D'xenso lines. Are you a fan of early republic poetry, or did you just memorize the one romantic verse to impress women?"
He laughed, his voice deep and drawing her in, like a black hole, ever consuming, before beginning other poem.
"If only he could touch her,
Her name like an old wish
In the stopped weather of salt
On a snail."
Her breath hitched as she recognized the lines, a favorite piece from her previous life. Before she abandoned duty for desire. Before she took up her bloody alias. Nearly unbidden, the next lines came to her lips.
"He longs to be words,
Juicy as passionfruit
On her tongue. He'd do anything,
Would dance three days & nights
To make the most terrible gods
Rise out of ashes of the yew,
To step from the naked
Fray, to be as tender
As meat imagined off
The bluegill's pearlish
Bones."
He stepped closer as she spoke, close enough to feel his champagne scented breath tickle her face, close enough for the linen of his fine suit to whisper over the silk of her dress. He placed a small fruit in her hand, as he finished the poem.
"He longs to be
An orange, to feel fingernails
Run a seam through him."
"You certainly have good taste in filthy poetry," she breathed, eyes never leaving his. Briefly, she wondered how open her lovers were to inviting another man into bed with them. She bit into the fruit he'd handed her, its juices filling her mouth and dripping down her chin as she swallowed with a soft moan. Lightly, she patted her mouth clean, and offered her hand.
"Scarlet. And you are?"
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Scarlet. And you are?
Enchanted, he replied with a sly smile, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. He lingered ever so slightly, tasting the juice on her skin. And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes.
Van Diree started to say something, then stopped and shrugged. The mystery man didnt acknowledge his departure. Instead he took a step closer, his body brushing against hers as if they were dancing. And hardlyfilthy, he added, looking into her eyes over the hand he still held. Passionate? Yes. Glorious? Certainly. But filthy? Only those ashamed of their desires would find them filthy.
He leaned slightly forward, filling her personal space. His voice was low and husky when he spoke, intended for her ears alone. The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
The smile flashed again, lightning quick. Why would such beauty, such exquisite expression of such a fundamental human need, be filthy? Still holding her hand, his free hand lighted on the swell of her hip, softly exploring the feel of her skin through the thin silk. Rather, it should be celebrated.
Quentin glanced over at Scarlet, and at the man standing possessively close to her. He was big, probably six and a half feet tall, but not heavy. Dark suit, dark hair, dark eyes that focused on Scarlet with a possessive hunger. Quentin couldnt blame him for that, not really. But, and this was the troublesome part, he didnt recognize the man. He certainly wasnt in the dossier of attendees.
Linora?
Across the room, Linora was talking toVasec Tor, an up-and-coming pimp and racketeer.Yes?she replied, not shifting her attention.
Whos talking to Scarlet? I dont recognize him?
He watched Linora glance over.Matthias Kel-Van. Hes an observer, sent by the Black Suns ruling council to see what happens when I declare myself.
Just then, Tiphane spoke up. Hey, come get a drink with me. Im buying.
Its an open bar, he replied.
Good, she grinned. Maybe I can get you drunk enough to forget about the boss tonight.
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"Unfortunately, some of us were raised in an environment that discouraged our exploration of the beauty and passion of this fundamental human need. Some of us had to steal away into libraries, alone, to enjoy the poetry of Alzeron S'wynbur." And yet others ignored the repressive teachings of the Jedi to fuck in that very library. An amusing thought that led her to wonder if she been reading sensual poetry at the same time her now lovers were exploring their own hungering libido.
And, to be quite honest with herself, if a handsome older man had been whispering erotic lines to her then? She too might have let him pin her to a book shelf eager thigh spread open for his curious hands or his throbbing cock. It took the rest of her glass of champagne to wash the fantasy from her mind.
"But I don't think any of us areherebecause we we're well adjusted," she suggested placing her empty flute on a passing droid's tray, without looking away from the handsome stranger. His response was to lean in closer, and recite the rest of the poem to her. The rhythm of his words echoing the pounding of her heart and flowing like her own coursing blood to coil and twist in her core.
The smile flashed again, lightning quick. "Why would such beauty, such exquisite expression of such a fundamental human need, be filthy?" Still holding her hand, his free hand lighted on the swell of her hip, softly exploring the feel of her skin through the thin silk. "Rather, it should be celebrated."
"And, how should it be celebrated?" Scarlet asked, her bare leg brushing against his thigh as she moved with him, seamlessly transitioning into dancing, with one arm going up around his muscular shoulders. She could hardly hear the music over her own heartbeat, but her feet still kept the tempo, and the lines of another poem, by the same poet, fit the measure of the melody.
"O my fair lord, I charge you leave me this:
It is not sweeter than a foolish kiss?
Nay take it then, my flower, my first in June,
My rose, so like a tender mouth it is:
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon. "
He dipped her, low, and her bare leg wrapped around his waist to steady herself. Oh, but for a few inches of scant silk, he would have known she wore nothing else beneath her dress. Nothing but frank desire, that was, slick between her legs. His hand, strong with thick, powerful fingers, gripped her ass, pulling her hips closer to his. They fit together like a puzzle, her supple body molding perfectly to his firm physique. Pulling her back to her feet, her own arms reached around his neck, pulling herself closer, leaving only their fine attire separating them.
"How do we do justice to such exquisite expressions of passion and pleasure?"
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He pulled her close at the question, one leg sliding between hers as he danced, letting her feel his hardened shaft against her thigh. Where do we start? he asked, eyes burning with hunger. Ah, one thing worth beginning,
One thread in life worth spinning,
Ah sweet, one sin worth sinning
With all the whole soul's will.
With that he dipped her, letting her bend backwards over his sun until her flame-red hair brushed the floor. And then he pulled her back up and into his arms, her body pressed close against his. To lull you till one stilled you, he breathed, his lips not touching hers. To kiss you till one killed you,
To feed you till one filled you,
Sweet lips, if love could fill.
He spun her out and reeled her in, his chest against her back and his hips against her ass, his arms catching her in an embrace tight beneath her breasts. To hunt sweet Love and lose him
Between white arms and bosom.
His hands molded hers against her ribs and slid them slowly down her silk-sheathed body. His lips traced her ear and jaw and throat without touching her skin. Between the bud and blossom,
Between your throat and chin;
To say of shamewhat is it?
Of virtuewe can miss it;
Of sinwe can but kiss it,
And it's no longer sin.
Another spin, his hand bringing hers up and over her head, whirling her fast and tight before him. To feel the strong soul, stricken
Through fleshly pulses, quicken
Beneath swift sighs that thicken,
Soft hands and lips that smite, he breathed, pulling by her against him once more with strong hands gripping the flare of her hips. Lips that no love can tire,
With hands that sting like fire,
Weaving the web Desire
To snare the bird Delight.
With that his lips brushed hers. Not a kiss, precisely. A simple caress that promised more. Perhaps, he breathed, voice barely audible over the scattering of applause as the music died, we may discuss Master S'wynburs works and n more detail later?
And then he released her, turning and approaching one of the other guests.
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Scarlet never been on this side of the seduction before. Oh sure, she'd been hit on plenty. Pursued often. But seduced? Not like this. Not in a way where she wasn't in control. She'd done it often. It wasn't enough to get the target interested. They needed to be entranced. Enthralled. Capitivated. They needed to forget the rest of the world existed.
Neither her padawan self, nor her assassin side could have imaged this night, as if it were a fantasy pulled directly from her deepest subconscious. Dancing in the arms of a handsome stranger while he whispered lurid poetry into her ear.
Clearly he'd wanted her too. She felt that, and if it weren't for his pants, she might have felt even more than that. And still, he left her wanting, dripping and needy. Her skin flushed, nearly as red as her hair or dress. Fuck, she needed a drink. Or air. Or a hot mouth, devouring hers, while a hard cock split her open.
Quentin was at the bar, with another woman. Pretty and hanging on his every word. No, she didn't want to bother him. Didn't want to come off as desperate even if she was. But she met his eyes across the bar, just resisting the urge to call to him in the force, to beg for him. Instead she took her drink from the bartender and walked away, leaving the dining hall for the balcony.
The evening breeze caressed her heated skin, offering the barest modicum of relief. Not near enough. She drank deeply of her drink, ice clinking against the ferrocrystal glass until she drained it. Still not enough. With a sigh, she leaned against a column and looked out over the twinkling lights of the city beneath them.
It was going to be a long night.
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As huge a pan in the ass as Jedi training had been, Linora frequently found herself grateful for everything shed learned. Even after departing the Order in a hurried fashion, shed found any number of uses for her abilities with the Force. And for the mental discipline the Order instilled, as well. For example, there wasright now. Frustrated arousal was rolling off Scarlet like thunderclouds, and only her training let her focus at all.
And so, Vassic was saying, Im trying something a little different. Some of the others, they use coercion, you know? Kidnapping to acquire girls, and drugs to keep them.
Ive heard, yes, Linora replied, forcing herself to ignore the way Scarlets hunger made her hard nipples scrape against he bra with every breath, and the ache between her thighs. Ive never
Yes, yes, Vassic agreed, nodding and gesturing. Black Sun cares for profit, not technique. But I find that girls who want to hook will, ah, produce better. So I make films, yea? And thetalentedones, I offer additional work - cam work, live shows, and so on.With a small commission, you understand?
A commission? Shewasinterested, but with Scarlet in the back of her mind it was all she could do to not climb on top of Vassic, and that just would not do. You dont shag your employees, after all. Butdamnhe looked tastyQuentin?
and so I broke hisotherarm, Tiphane laughed. Serves him right, too.
Quentin snorted. No kidding. Hereally said that?
Yep. She rolled her eyes and downed the last of her beer. Seriously. They couldnt have sent aman? Tosser. Putting the mug down, she selected a mineral water. So, you busy after this?
It was tempting.Fuck, it was tempting. Hed been hard as a rock ever since they started talking, and shed noticed the way his gaze kept lingering on the hint of cleavage exposed by her shirt. More than noticed, really. Shed leaned in and arched her back a little, making the most of her compact bust. Dunno, he temporized. Depends on what the boss needs.
I bet it does, she leered. I heard about your interview. She looked him over, eyes lingering on the erection tight in his pants. And I tell you what: get me drunk enough, and Ill help you out if she needs you.
I drunk? He tried to push aside the thought of railing this compact little bundle of aggression while Linora watched, andfuckwhy was he so horny?
Im pretty straight when sober, and enthusiastically bi when drunk, she laughed.
Isnt that just bisexual? Quentin asked.
Probably. But it gets me hot playing like Im getting taken advantage of by a predatory lesbian. She took a swig of her mineral water. Or a predatory guy, really. My kink is pretending to get date raped, I guess.
Really? Fuck, that sounded hot.
Quentin?
Yes?he replied.
Would you do something about Scarlet? Shes making it hard to think. Fucking throw some ice water on her or something.
Is that why Im distractingly horny right now?
Yes. And you arent the only one. I dont ever remember it being this intense before.
Combining the three of seems to have strengthened our Force bonds.He rose.Ill see what I can do.
Boss calling? Tiphane asked.
How could you tell? he replied, curious.
She tapped her head. Ive seen other people react to her spooky witch magic. She grinned. Be sure to find me later. The grin got wider. Ill be drinking.
Quentin laughed and waved as he left. Then he followed Kaydias radiating emotions, and the path hed seen her take when she left the bar. Finally he located her on a balcony, leaning against a column and nursing a drink as she stared out over the lights of the city and the distant red glow of the lava sea. The night breeze molded her dress against her body, displaying her without showing her.
Hey, he said. She turned slightly, green eyes reflecting the ruddy glow of the distant lava. He might have said more, but then all he was aware of was the inkling clatter of her tumble hitting the ground, and her body supple under his hands as he pushed her into the pillar, and the sharp taste of alcohol as his tongue pushed between her lips and invaded her mouth. His fingers gripped and pulled, slowly dragging her dress up her thighs as he bunched it around her hips.
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In that moment, he could have been anyone.
Scarlet barely registered Quentin before she was on him, hungry lips devouring his mouth. She pulled him to her, fingers fisting in his lapels and her leg wrapped around his thigh. With her skirt bunched up over her hips, her bare skin slid over his smooth slacks, and she could grind herself on his stiff cock. Fuck, she needed him inside her, now!
"Fuck me," she rasped, her voice carrying in the quiet of the balcony. They weren't alone here, even if most of the partygoers were still inside the banquet hall, and her lustful cry had attracted all of their attention. Scarlet didn't care, not right now, straining between them to reach his pants and free his deliciously swollen cock.
"A commission?" Linora asked, fingering her shiny pearl necklace as she tried to focus onanythingbut the ravenous heat between her thighs.
"Just 15%, off the top, for connecting the girls with the clients." Vassic explained, his eyes following her fingers, and then lower, towards the shadowed cleavage exposed by her top. "See, the films bring in a decent amount of money, but what they really bring in is attention. Wealthy fans who are willing to pay big bucks for an introduction to their favorite actress."
"Right," Linora murmured. But her mind returned to the holovid she's created, of Quentin and Kaydia together. Of Quentin pinning her to the wall, as he stroked a breathless orgasm from her. Just like he was now, pinning her to the pillar on the balcony and gathering her dress in bunches over her hips. Dammit! That was the last thing she needed, to feel them fuck madly through their bond, while she was stuck in here playing hostess.
"Maybe it starts off as some cam shows, where big tippers can make special requests. Then it's private shows, and by the time the client is ready for an in-person session, the girl is making so much money she doesn't want to say no."
"Sounds sounds hot." Linora had to swallow down a moan that threaten to escape, as she felt Quentin grind his hard cock as Scarlet, as she felt Scarlet pull him tighter to her, as if trying to fuck him through their clothes. "Sounds like you have a hot business model there. Gorgeous, eager women, ready to to fuckI mean service clientele."
By now, more than a few guests gathered near the balcony, and if she let this go on any longer, half the party would be watching her lovers fuck like wild animals.
Dammit, that's not what I meant.She sent to them, unsure if it would penetrate either's lust drunk mind,We still have a job to do here.
Opening Quentin's pants proved challenging, while he pinned to the wall with his weight and feasted on her lips. He nearly had her dress pulled up over her ass now, his hand gripping her bare thigh as he pulled her tighter against him. She was moments from ripping his slack open, when Linora's words reached her.
They should stop, she knew. Turning this party into an orgy wasn't part of the plan, but fuck if Scarlet could tear herself away from Quentin in this moment. And worse, over his shoulder, she could see the gathering crowd forming around them. Including her mysterious stranger, who whispered erotic filth into her ear until she was a mess of dripping lust and burning need. He was looking right at her, she knew, with a knowing smirk growing on his lips.
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Quentins hands slid over and up her thighs, and he groaned at the contrast between the smooth silk of her bare thighs and the smooth silk of her bunched up skirts. His fingers sought her panties, desperate to drag them down so he could press into the dripping heat he could feel through the Force.Wasshe wearing any? Or had she planned to be fucked like this?
Fuck me, she rasped, then groaned as his teeth scraped her throat. He bit and sucked a trail along her carotid artery, feeling the blood pulsing just beneath. Oh, fuck, he groaned in reply, pressing harder into her as her bare calf tightened on his ass.
She made a hungry sound of frustration as she pushed her hands between them, awkwardly tugging at his belt. There wasnt room to open it, or to reach his zipper, but she strained to reach it anyway. He shifted, then cried out as her hands slipped and squeezed his rigid shaft instead.
Dammit, that's not what I meant.Linoras communication was laced with irritation and frustration and more lust,We still have a job to do here.
Maybe, maybe we should stop? Quentin husked. He stared into Scarlets lust-filled green eyes, and saw the reflection of the audience that had gathered. We have company. As he spoke he slid his hands over and around, cupping her bare rear and drawing her tighter.
Linora glared as she stomped through the ballroom towards the balcony, working hard to build up her anger. Anger to counter the lust crackling along her nerves and pooling in her loins. Because if shedidnt counter it, shed tear her and their clothes off andjointhem, and that wouldwreckher efforts to claim the title of Vigo.
It would be hard, at best, to demand the respect of power-hungry people that had watched her fuck. Even if she invited them to join her and
Stop. That, she told herself sternly.
Nothing to see here, she growled as she reached the knot of spectators. And were seating for dinner now. Her brown eyes net the gaze of each of them in turn. Now.
After a moment, they turned and walked away. The last, Matthias Kel-Van (andfuckit was easy to imagine riding him long and hard) gave a wry smile and an ironic salute with two fingers before strolling off. Breathing deep, struggling to control herself, she finally rounded on her lovers. Fuckinghell, she hissed, straining not to shout. This isnt the fuckingTemple, and you two arent fuckingteenagers. Try to hold in together until were done her, all right?
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"Maybe, maybe we should stop," Quentin husked. "We have company."
"Let them watch you fuck me senseless," Scarlet breathed, gripping his cock over his pants again. Just another inch, and she could get his zipper down. Just another inch, and he'd be caressing her dripping slit. Them, nothing could keep Quentin from fucking her. Not even these stupid fucking pants that won't justopen ALREADY!
But the crowd dispersed, and Linora hovered near."Fucking hell," she hissed, straining not to shout. "This isn't the fucking Temple, and you two aren't fucking teenagers. Try to hold in together until we're done her, all right?"
Scarlet leered at Linora, trying to control her lust. Trying to control her rage, because she was ready to fight Linora off, in order to fuck Quentin. Or just throw the bossy bitch on the ground, and fuck her hard, shove her whole fist into Linora.
Dinner couldn't begin to sate her hunger. No, she was far more interested in getting thrown down on the table, skirt hiked up so everyone could see just how wet she was. Maybe with her mysterious stranger between her thighs, using her cunt for his pleasure. Her head would hang over the other side, giving Quentin room to fuck her mouth and throat. Fuck, the thought of it, of both men, taking her together, plowing her from both sides?
At least there was a full glass of wine waiting for her at her seat. She forced herself to sit, crossing her legs to distract herself from her mounting need. This caused the slit in her dress to ride up her thighs, but she didn't care, right now. Half the party had already watched her grind against one man, before sneaking off to make out with another. Which was probably why the man seated next to her was trying to chat her up. Wasn't hard to get lucky with such a wanton whore.
"I believe you're in my seat." The tone of the words made Scarlet's ears perk up, carrying an unspoken command in the stressed syllables. It was the handsome stranger, of course, his expression amicable, at odds with the authority in his words.
"Uh, yeah," the man agreed, his voice distant, as if not entirely present. Confusion scowled his features, but still, he pushed away from the table, and walked towards another empty seat.
"Come to discuss more poetry?" she murmured, before drinking deep of her wine to cover the flush that crawled up her skin.
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Quentin watched the lust-filled tension between his two lovers, and fight hard to control the urge to shut Linora up with his cock. Because she wasright. They had work to do, after all, and this wasnot the time to relieve the tension in his aching meat. So he forced himself to turn to the gathered spectators, draw himself up straight, and then bow dramatically.
The applause was gratifying. Not what he really wanted, but gratifying. As were the speculative looks several of the women tossed him. Youre too kind, he assured them all. And now that youve enjoyed the floor show
Thats whatshesaid! called some would-be comedian.
Now that youve enjoyed the floor show, he repeated, we should adjourn to the dining room. With that he offered Linora and Scarlet his arms and rather heroically escorted them to their seats instead of upstairs andmaybeas far as Linoras bedroom.
Despite the three of them obviously being together, Linora had spaced them along the table. As host, she sat at the head. Scarlet sat about a third of the way down, and Quentin found himself sitting about two-thirds of the way along between the racketeer Mauzac Simsvel and the drug dealer Victvan Satal. Next to Victvan sat his trophy wife Calle, and Tiphane sat directly across from him. She winked, then went back to chatting with Vasec.
Mind if I ask you a question? Mauzac asked.
Nope, Quentin replied. Now, I dont guarantee Ill answer
Mauzac laughed. Fair. Were the two of yousupposed to be the floor show?
Quentin shook his head. No. Just, ag, got a little carried away.
Maustric nodded, looking down the table at Scarlet. I can see why. But you may want to look lively, then. He pointed out the man taking the seat by her. You may have a rival.
Poetry? Matthias offered a small smile, watching the flush wash across Scarlets face and throat. We could do that, yes.
Lifting his fluted glass, he examined the ay the light poured through the dark liquid within. I must say that I was surprised to meet someone familiar with the works of Alzeron S'wynbur. Hes mostly forgotten by the scholars of the Republic. Although, perhaps it would be more accurate to say he was suppressed?
As if satisfied with what he saw, he sipped lightly at the wine. He was, for example, a connoisseur of the boundary betweeneros anddolor. His poems fairly dripped with descriptions of the agony of erotic desire and the ecstasy that pain could bring, and the boundaries where they blur together. Rather too much for the repressed literary elite of the so-called High Republic.
He turned slightly, letting his eyes linger on a creamy expanse of bared thigh before slowly caressing her figure as they drifted upwards. I stumbled across a bound first edition of hisCollected Worksin an antiquarian bookstore on Zeltron II, and was enchanted. May I ask how you came to know his writing?
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Scarlet knew she should be offended by the way the mysterious stranger undressed her with his eyes, but truly, she was more offended that he was only using his eyes. Her silk dress burned as it slid over bare skin, and she longed to tear it away.
It might have been easier to pull her mind out of her cunt if they had a drier subject to discuss, but the sensual poetry he brought just made her remember her teenaged years, and her desperate attempts to control her budding desire. Combined with her current unfulfilled lust, Scarlet was utterly frustrated. Still, she managed a light tone as she spoke.
"I did some volunteer work for one of the great libraries on Core. They were implementing a system cataloguing system, and needed volunteers to compile and categorize all of the contents. So I choose to work on the poetry section. Most of it was flowery and grandiose, but the works of Alzeron S'wynbur rather spoke to me."
Unconsciously, her fingers traced the plunging neckline of her dress, and she continued. "The themes of desire as agony resonated with my repressed upbringing. Admittedly, I read his works as being metaphorical, that sexual desire was a form of physical agony. That maybe just be a relic of my inexperienced youth, however, as pain and pleasure seemed rather incompatible, at the time." She finished her glass of wine, and held it out to be refilled by a passing droid, "Perhaps they would read differently to me now."
Daring, brought up by an unquenched arousal, she leaned in closer to the handsome stranger, close enough to small his cologne, "Where would you suggest I start exploring S'wynbur's intermingling ofdoloranderos?"
It was almost too bad the floor show had been cut short, Tiphane decided. It would have been hot to watch Quentin rail the buxom redhead. And maybe maybe things would get heated enough she could slip in after they finish, and suck her taste from his cock. Just enough to get him hard again, so she could take a turn riding that thick cock. Surely the kind of man with two lovers had amazing stamina, right?
Stretching, just a little, she found his leg under the table with her foot. Or, at least she hoped it was his leg, but hell, she was getting a little tipsy already and found it hard to care about mixed signal much. But he tore his gaze away from his lover down the table, and she held his eyes while she finished another beer. And while trailing her toe up his shin and along his thigh.
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Reading, the man replied with a small, knowing smile, is hardly the best method of exploring Swynburs thesis. He held his glass out to the droid as well. He knew this well. His autobiography - the original text, not the one carefully expurgated by Republic censors - is filled with his quest for the union ofdoloranderos.
He sipped his wine, staring into her eyes. Im sure youve experienced it a time or two. Most do, even if they deny the attraction. The delightful ache of muscles pushed to the limit of their capacity. A bath that is almost, but not quite, too hot.
He leaned closer as well, capturing the scent of wine on her breath. His fingertips whispered over her silk-covered thigh. The exquisite moment when a lover holds you at the very edge of release, but does not let you fall over. Or the sting of a crop followed by the soothing caress of a lovers lips.
Quentin just managed not to jump as something trailed up the inside of his leg. His eyes flashed to Tiphane, who had slouched a little lower in her seat. She confirmed his suspicion with a slight smile, and by the way she held her gaze as she downed her beer. Then he considered his response.
Careful, he admonished with a smile. You dont want to get drunk before dinners over. A pause, and his smile became ever so slightly predatory. If you pass out, youll miss all the fun.
Victvan chuckled at that. Not hardly. Ive never seen her lise control like that.
A chiming sound echoed from the head of the table, cutting through the buzz of conversation. Linora rose, setting her wine glass and spoon down. Thank you, she said, for attending this party. And I wish that the fun could continue uninterrupted. However, there is business to attend to.
You formally stepping into the role of Vigo of Mustafar? Vasec asked.
Yes, she agreed. But also, there is a traitor among us. She held up her gloved hand, calling for silence. Melodramatic, yes. But one of you has betrayed Black Sun.
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Scarlet shifted her legs, encouraging and inviting his touch as silk slid over skin. Moreover, she mimicked him, caressing his thigh, high enough that her knuckles brushed against his erection. "Ah, I think I understand. Anticipation that throbs and aches in stiff muscles, assailing one's self control and sanity until nearly consumed?"
Linora struck her glass, drawing the attention of the party. Tension, unease rippled through the air at Linora's declaration, and eyes searched their fellow guests for signs of guilt. Well, nearly everyone, save herself and her mysterious stranger. She already knew what Linora planned to do, afterall. As for the mysterious stranger, he was mildly curious, but far more interested in her. No, the only tension that stirred in his mind mirrored her own.
"Perhaps I should read an unadulterated cope of S'wynbur's autobiography," she considered aloud, brushing thick curls back behind her ear, exposing her neck and clavicle. "If you know what I might find a copy."
"Careful," he admonished with a smile. "You don't want to get drunk before dinner's over." A pause, and his smile became ever so slightly predatory. "If you pass out, you'll miss all the fun."
Tiphane giggled, and accepted another beer from a droid server, "Oh, I'm sure you won't let me miss out on any fun."
Before Quentin could respond, Linora commanded the attention of party. Playing hostess, and making a grave threat. Damn, Linora could be scary. Despite that, however, (orbecauseof that?) she was sexy as hell. Yeah, the alcohol really was kicking in now. Quentin was still wearing that predatory smile, in a way that felt almost dangerous. Fuck, maybe they'd be willing to turn this scenario into a sexy game? The scary, sexy Vigo and her hard muscle-bound thug interrogating her, demanding physical proof of her loyalty to the Black Sun.
Linora swept the table of guests with a stern expression. Letting the tension build in the silence of her accusation. No doubt at least half attendees were sweating right now. Afterall, it was often quite worthwhile to cut the Black Sun out of one's deals, if one could get anyway with it.
She almost wished she could target Matthias. Hitting onherwoman, in front of the entire party. She should strike him down, and fuck Scarlet over his bloody corpse, reminding him, her and everyone here that Scarlet washers.
But, no. He was too well placed in the Black Sun. Untouchable, by anyone but a council member. They'd be better suited by having Scarlet fuck him, and thus cultivating his favor.
Tiphane had also been making eyes atherman, all night long. She seemed more aroused than guilty, but surely there was something to pin on her, if Linora decided to make an example out of her?
No, she'd be more fun as a plaything. Pinned beneath her, while Quentin split her open on his thick cock. Making her lick her clit, while she rode her lover long and hard.
Swallowing hard, Linora pushed the fantasy away. Now was not the time for lust; now was the time for power, for establishing herself. "The Black Sun has been very good to us. Wealth and power and respect. More than any of us could accomplish on our own. But there is no room for patience or mercy for traitors. We all know what much be done."
Again, she let them linger in silence, her gaze stony and stoic. Sinking into their bond, she asked her lovers,Who seems guiltiest to you?
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Quentin relaxed, allowing the Force to open up to him at Linoras question. As he did the distractions of the material world fell away, leaving behind only the complex interplay of emotion and connection. Nervousness and tension filled the room, along with a flavoring of attention.
This isbullshit, Victvan Satal snapped. Just some bullshit pretext to get us all worked up. Folding his arms he leaned back in his chair. Youd have made a specific charge, if you actually had anything.
Quentin could see the guilt and fear churning in the man, alchemizing into anger that lashed and tore impotently at Linora. For her part, she was a simmering volcano - quiet now, but ready to erupt without warning.
Yeah, no shit. Vasec Tor laughed without humor. Bad theater, at best.
That man could be dismissed. There was no real fear in him, except for when his attention turned to the roaring flame and black steel pillar across the table from him - Scarlet and Matthias, the latter apparently far more powerful than Quentin had realized.
If you have something real, lay it out, Van Diree sneered. Otherwise, just shut up and admit youre bluffing. He paused, glancing around the table. And that you arent cut out to be Vigo.
More fear. Fear and anger, roiling and churning. He made a decision. I had a look at your financials, Van, he said conversationally, sifting through the memories those words awakened. They made for interesting reading.
Then you know everythings above board, Biala snapped. Then she laughed. I mean, for the kind of business we do.
They are, Quentin agreed absently, focusing on Vans surface thoughts. The books he shows you, at any rate. But have you seen
You lying sack of shit! Van roared. He heaved himself to his feet, shoving the table and sending his chair flying. Ill
His words were lost in a gurgle as Tiphane vaulted the table, caught his throat in the crook of her arm, and spun over his shoulder. Manners, she hissed, putting him in a headlock.
his other set of books? Quentin continued, unperturbed. He caught Bialas eye. The ones where he keeps track of the half of his profits he doesnt tell Black Sun - or you - about?
Bialas white face turned ashen. What..?
Van sputtered, struggling against Tiphanes iron grip. The compact redhead hung in grimly as he tossed her about, until she could lick her legs around his waist and drag back hard. Biala and Quentin ignored the display. Hes been using the money to maintain a house and a mistress on Procera. He blinked. One he intends to marry. Once hes collected a fat reward for turning Republic evidence on your operations.
Biala turned mechanically, staring at her lover and partner with cold eyes. Her right hand snaked out and clutched a fork. Then she heaved a sigh. Ididlove you, you stupid berk, she murmured.
Van gasped something out, his voice inarticulate under Tiphanes bicep. And then he screamed as the fork Biale held was buried in his left eye. Tiphane released him with a noise of disgust, shaking her arm to try to get blood and aqueous humor off her sleeve.
Biala rose and looked at Linora. I had to surrender my weapons at the door. May I borrow one, so I can execute this traitor?
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It wasn't until Tiphane locked Van Diree by his throat that Scarlet turned her attention to the performance at hand. Quentin and Linora were certainly making a dramatic showing of all this. She watched the growing fear in Van Diree's eyes with a touch of boredom. It really was a pity she wasn't going to get to kill him.
Even with her eyes on the struggle, however, her hand didn't leave her mysterious stranger's lap. Far bolder than brushing against his stiff cock, she groped him now, appreciating just how hard and thick he was. Fuck, she want to ride him, hard. But, it also might be fun to see if she could make him blow his load, right here at the table.
Linora watched Biala stab Van Diree without betraying her satisfaction. Their eyes met as she rose,"I had to surrender my weapons at the door. May I borrow one, so I can execute this traitor?"
"It is a vigo's duty to punish traitors to the Black Sun. To ensure order and hierarchy," she reminded Biala, eyes and voice stern. She waited a moment, letting the tension build, before smiling, just a little. "But, the Black Sun is generous to its loyal retainers. And if you are going to take over sole proprietorship of your business, you do need to prove your allegiance to the Black Sun." Calling upon the force, she drew a blaster to her hand, and handed it to Biala.
Van Diree hardly had a chance to beg before the blaster powered up, burning a hole through his skull. His corpse slumped over, and immediately to servants stepped forward to remove the body. "Now, with that unpleasant business behind us, let us enjoy our meal."
Tiphane grinned at Quentin, and tugged at her sleeve, still slick with blood. "I really ought to change out of this, before the stain sets in." She followed him upstairs to a spare bedroom, with an attached bath. Entering the bathroom alone, she filled the sink with hot water and removed her dress to soak it. She scrubbed off the blood on her arm with soap
After a moment she reentered the room. This time, however, she was nude, or nearly so, at least, save the lacy panties that barely covered her hips. She cocked a pose, back arched to accentuate her high, perky tits and toned abs. "I told you, I have nothing to hide. I am completely loyal to the Black Sun, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you."
Good, now that Linora had completed her desired performance, Scarlet could finally sneak away to get wrecked on some hard cock. But Tiphane was eye fucking Quentin, and he was clearly enjoying the attention. He led the lithe legbreaker up the stairs, and for a moment, Scarlet considered joining them. Oh Quentin certainly wouldn't mind having her as well, and she didn't give a fuck whether Tiphane objected. But no, she wasn't in a mood to share tonight.
"I don't find myself particularly hungry this evening," Scarlet murmured to her handsome stranger, the words an obvious lie, based on the way she gripped his cock through his trousers. "Shall we see if Linora's library contains any of S'wynbur's works?"
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Biala stood over the smoking, half-headed corpse for a moment. If she felt any sorrow, it didnt reflect in her chill gaze. She simply watched, impassive, as two servants hoisted the body and bore it away. And when Linora ordered everyone to return to the meal she stood stock still, weighing the blaster in her hand.
Quentin tensed, catching the tenor of her thoughts. Maybe she could make the shot? Make herself Vigo? He watched her muscles lightly tense, and waited for her to move. But when she did, it was to spin the weapon so she was holding it by the barrel in her left hand. Then she turned, knelt, an offered it to Linora. Your blaster, my Vigo.
Linora gazed down at her, then smiled slightly. No. Your blaster. I make a gift of it to you. Her smile widened. A sign of your loyalty.
You know, Quentin remarked,she was in on it as well.
Oh, I know, Linora replied, reclaiming her seat.But she was smart enough to act first, and act correctly. We can use that.
Nodding, Quentin took his own seat. As he did, Tiphane approached him. "I really ought to change out of this, she said, indicating her gore-soaked sleeve, before the stain sets in."
Hesitating for a moment, Quentin nodded. Theres a guest room upstairs, he told her. You can clean up there, and we can send someone for fresh clothes. He rose, catching sight of Scarlet leaving with their mystery guest. Follow me.
The man followed Scarlet into Linoras library, although that word wasnt strictly accurate. Lounge would have been a better choice. Thereweretwo walls covered with bookshelves and stuffed with print books, but there was also a holoviewer, and a tridee game table, and several overstuffed chairs and a matching sofa.
The man crossed the room and examined the shelves, finger running along but not quite touching the books. Im not certain well find Swynburs works here, he murmured. This appears to be mostly prose fiction - historical romances, picaresque travel stories, and. He stopped and selected a book with the titleNavigatio Serica Siren, thumbed through it, and chuckled. And well-read erotica, it seems.
Replacing the book, he walked back towards Scarlet. There are other ways to explore his ideas, though. His right arm moved with unbelievable speed, catching her by the throat and driving her back against the shelves. When she struggled by reflex he tightened his grip, and when her dark rage boiled up a chill darkness of his own swallowed the storm.
Say you want this, he breathed, his weight crushing her back against the shelves as he leaned into her. His thumb moved, and his lips traced the livid red mark hed left on her skin. I can feel it in you, Scarlet. He smirked at her expression. Oh, yes. I know who you are. The Force sensitive assassin whore.
His teeth scraped her ear, and he pressed a hilt into her hand. Will you kill me when I fuck you? he breathed, bringing the double-edged blade between them. The chill steel pressed lightly against her heist and his as his lips caressed hers. Will my blood drench your skin as I spill myself into you?
There was no surprise on Quentins face as Tiphane emerged, mostly naked. The charge of arousal had filled the air all night, and this was an obvious outcome. But that didnt stop him from appreciating what she was seeing. She was small, not more than 5 4, but certainly not childish. Whatever it takes? he repeated, not disguising the hunger in his voice.
Anything at all, she breathed, slowly walking towards him. Anything.
Then kneel, he said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Itll be the Vigo you have to convince, but maybe -maybe- I could be persuaded to put in a good word for you,. Leaning forward, he licked his lips. How Will you convince me?
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Scarlet flailed as he lifted her by her throat, unable to touch the ground even in her high heels. Terror rose up in her as she struggled for air, morphing into a dark rage in the force. But, just as his hand gripped her neck, he gripped her mind as well, icy tendrils of psychic power suppressing her power. She wasn't completely helpless, but this was a far more dangerous liaison than she initially realized. And yet, while her heart pounded with panic, her clit throbbed, aching for more of his intimidating attention.
"Say you want this," he breathed, his weight crushing her back against the shelves as he leaned into her. His thumb moved, and his lips traced the livid red mark he'd left on her skin. "I can feel it in you, Scarlet." He smirked at her expression. "Oh, yes. I know who you are. The Force sensitive assassin whore."
"Not a whore," she croaked, meeting his hungry leer with fire in her eyes. "I don't fuck for money I kill for money."
"Will you kill me when I fuck you? Will my blood drench your skin as I spill myself into you?"
"I haven't decided yet," she breathed, tugging his lapel to inch herself up his body, and spreading herself to wrap one leg around his hips. His rigid erection ground right into her, restrained from entering her by only his pants.
She gripped the hilt, trying to control the blade, but he didn't relinquish it, not completely. Still its razor edge pointed at her heart, its tip flattening her soft cleavage. The blade caressed her skin before catching on the silk of her dress. The thin material proved no match his knife, slicing away to expose her creamy breasts to his gaze, just barely contained in herbra.Lower the blade traveled, whispering over skin as she tried to control her heaving breaths, until it nicked the band of her bra and cut it away. Only then, once she was nude from the waist up, did he release the blade into her hands.
"You never told me your name," she murmured, sliding the blade up his firm figure until it kissed his throat. "Worried that might influence my decision?" The blade glided over his throat, cutting free the top button of his shirt.
"Oh, I might have an idea or two," Tiphane cooed, watching Quentin watch her, as she approached. She waited until she was up against him, before kneeling, brushing soft, smooth skin over his body, until she positioned herself between his legs, his tented pants right at eye level. Tracing the outline of his shaft with her eyes, she licked her lips, and met his gaze.
"May I?" she asked, sliding her hands up his thighs, until she found his belt and fly. Oh, Tiphane tried to go slow, to draw out the teasing, but already her mouth watered at the thought of swallowing his cock. It took all her willpower to still her trembling hands, to open his fly without ripping his pants away. Her reward was his swollen head burst forth to meet her, to greet her with his musky, masculine scent.
"Oh fuck, your dick looks good." She leaned in to lick him, one long lap along his length before moaning in satisfaction, "Really fucking good." Another moan, and she swallowed his head, savoring his flavor and worshipping his steel hardness. He was quite a lot to take, but she pushed herself, sliding slippery lips further and further down his meat. Working her tongue over his veins and bulges, hungry to taste every inch of him.
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"Whether I tell you my name or not," the man replied in a thick voice that shivered as the edge brushed the skin of his throat, "what makes you think you have any say in the decision?" He shivered and uttered a languid growl of delight as the second button sliced away, exposing more of his chest to her gaze. "Do you really think I would give you that knife, if I was concerned that you could use it to stop me?" His hand tightened on her throat for a moment as she cut the next button away, but his eyes closed and a gasping sigh was drawn from his throat as the edge traced a thin red welt above his breastbone.
Leaning into her, he forced her head back against the shelves as his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was a ravaging assault, his lips bruising hers, his tongue forcing between her teeth to probe deep. His hungry growl filled her mouth, shivered against her skin, and he hissed in sudden pain as the razor edge of the dagger trapped between them bit into his flesh. Blood flowed from the wound, soaking his shirt and lubricating his flesh against hers. "I felt it bite into you, too," he growled, tracing a finger across the similar scratch on her own skin. "I felt you respond to the kiss of the edge. To the hungry bite of steel." His fingertip, stained with his blood and hers, traced her lips. "You crave it, don't you? Pleasure, mingled with pain."
The next kiss was gentle, savoring the mingled flavors of their blood on her lips as he pushed against her, grinding into her. And then he twisted suddenly, dragging her around him with the steel-hard grip of his hand on her throat to fling her across the room. As she struck the central table in the library he was on her, straddling her hips and pinning her to the heavy wood. "I willviolateyou," he leered, crouching low over her. Catching the wrist of her dagger hand, he slammed it down onto the table. "I willdesecrateyou. And you willbegme to do it."
Quentin leaned back, rocking his hips forward to present more of his aching cock to Tiphane. After the way this evening had gone, he needed this. Needed to fuck someone, needed the release of orgasm. Linora needed it as well, based on what he could feel radiating off her through their bond in the Force, and he could also taster her frustration with having to play host a while longer. And Kaydia? Fuck, she needed it bad. And was getting it, from the way she felt. The sense of fear mingling with her lust was something to watch out for, but it didn't seem alarming right now. "There you go," he breathed. "That's right."
He groaned as Tiphane worked herself down his shaft, slightly surprised that such a small woman could swallow his length. Surprised and impressed, to be honest, as well as turned on. The way she relaxed her throat to take his length was amazing. She gasped for breath as she drew back from him, her breath warm on his spit-slick dick. He smiled as she considered his length, and decided to play into her games a little more. As she drew in air, making her small breasts heave deliciously, he drew his blaster from his shoulder holster.
"Did I say you could stop?" he hissed, pressing the muzzle against her forehead. "You're begging for your life, bitch. Maybe you should suck my dick like you want to live through the night."
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He tossed her around like she was doll, a plaything for his amusement. Crimson blood smeared her skin, her breasts, becoming a gory parody of modesty. His threats echoed her memories, of things the pirates had said to her. Had done to her. Scarlet struggled for control of the knife, but he slammed down her hand, and numb fingers lost their grip on the handle. Had he broken her wrist? No, she could still more her hand, a little.
She wasn't helpless. She'd never be helpless again.
Her left hook struck him right in the jaw, sending him over the table to crash onto the floor. She sat up now, drawing in her first good breath since they'd entered the library. His hand shot forth, to grab her ankle, likely, but she was ready, and caught him under her heel.
"Take it," she snarled, dropping the blade at his side with a clang of steel on wood. "I don't need a knife to make you bleed." Standing over him, she brought her fist to her lips and licked the blood off her knuckles. The ruined remains of her dress clung to her hips, and soaked up the blood rolling down bare skin. This time, she pinned him and clawed at his pants to free his cock. He'd been teasing her with it all night, and she wanted to take a good look at it.
He didn't disappoint. Licking her lips, Scarlet leaned in close. "Is this what you're going to use to violate me?" Lips hovered over his twitching shaft, not quite touching, but caressing him with the heat of her breath. "Is this cock going to desecrate me?" Her blood soaked breasts brushed against his length now. Lubricating their skin, until it was easy to massage his shaft with her soft, yielding mounds. Watching his eyes, she lapped at a smear of blood on his swollen head.
"How are you going to make me beg?"
Damn, was Quentin some kind of mind reader? Did he know how much this was working for her? Sitting over her, light glinting off the gun he pointed at her head. Fuck, it was hot. Tiphane was hot, dripping and throbbing for him. For his thick cock.
The cool steel muzzle still pressed into her skin as she took him back into her mouth. It moved with her head as she worked herself down his engorged length again, an ever looming threat. His head stretched her throat once more, and she squeezed his thigh hard to maintain composure, to fight down her gag reflex.
Soon, she found a rhythm, sliding down just enough to draw in a deep breath through her nose, before swallowing him again. Encouraging him to use her, to fuck her mouth like the whore she was. Imagining how hard he'd take her when he fucked her cunt with his bulging dick.
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He hefted the knife, testing its weight as he enjoyed the sight and feel of Scarlet's bloody breasts massaging his dick. "Do you think I do?" he asked, voice dark with lust. "I gave you this knife, after all. But if you want to do without it? Then I will as well." Flipping the knife, he caught it by the point and snapped his arm forward. Steel sang past her ear as the knife flew straight, embedding itself in the wood-look plasteel of a bookcase. "Now... where was I?"
Snapping his arm out he grabbed her hair, dragging her body up and over him. The blood coating her breasts smeared over his chest, and his free hand cupped ass through the sheer fabric of her dress. "Yes," he growled, rolling his hips up and grinding the hot steel of his cock against her stomach, "I'll desecrate you with this cock. Violate you, body and soul with it. You willshudderat the memory of it filling you." The fingers squeezing her ass worked lower and inward, pressing against the drenched lips of her cunt. "You will bare your every dark lust, your every shameful fantasy to me." The fingertip stroked into her, teasing her clit. "And you will tremble as I fullfill them."
With a jerk he rolled her over, pinning her to the floor with his weight. He shifted his hips, allowing the hand that had gripped her ass to slide between their bodies. "You will ache for me. Ache from me. Covered in blood and cum, without even the dignity of being a whore." One finger slipped into her, hooking to press hard against the spongy inner wall. "Because a whore is paid for it, and you will do it for free."
Quentin rolled his head back again, sighing out his lust even as he kept the muzzle of the blaster pressed hard against her forehead. "That's it," he husked, wrapping her hair around his free hand. "Head enforcer? I should have Linora trick you out." He gasped as she swallowed his meat once more, her tongue caressing his shaft as he did. "You're a better fuck than a fighter, aren't you? A fucking cock-hungry slut." His hips rocked up and he tightened his grip, forcing more of his meat into her mouth. "I saidsuck, bitch. Suck like your life depends on it!"
Tiphane's response was a muffled, hungry moan as she worked a hand under her chin to cup his balls. "Yeah, I knew it," he laughed, tapping the muzzle against her skull. "Scratch that tough act, and you're just a whore. I should have fucked you on the table in front of everyone. Held you down and plowed you, then offered your ass to anyone else who wanted a go."
Even as she shivered at that comment, he dragged her mouth off his dick. "Get me off," he snarled. "Use your hands and your tits to get me off. I want to blow my load all over your face, like the whore you are. And then you better get me hard again. Because I want the boss to see you covered with cum and whimpering while I pound my dick into your tight ass."
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"You will bare your every dark lust, your every shameful fantasy to me." The fingertip stroked into her, teasing her clit. "And you will tremble as I fullfill them."
"Yeah?" Scarlet breathed, just able to still her trembling form. Licking her lips, she leaned in closer to him. "I think you might have missed your chance to fulfill my darkest lusts or shameful fantasies" She remembered her earlier fantasy of fucking him on the dinner table, before the whole party. Of taking him, and Quentin, and anyone else who might have wanted a turn. And while the fantasy lingered in her mind, she wondered just how he would coax all that from her. Probe deeply into her mind through the force?
Her mysterious stranger took advantage of her distracting thoughts, rolling them over so he could pin her beneath him. His steel hard cock prodded her thigh, and his finger oh fuck, his finger pushed into her dripping cunt. Her back arched, inviting and encouraging his ministrations and damn near begging for more. Scarlet allowed herself to whimper as his finger pressed into her. Allowed herself to whimper, if only to stop herself from begging, desperate hunger mounting in her every heartbeat.
Another wordless moan escaped her lips, louder than her slick lips sucking in his thick finger. Maybe it was a good thing she didn't know his name, because fuck if she wouldn't be crying it out now. And, despite herself, she found her words, "Fuck oh fuck please"
Tiphane gasped as Quentin dragged her off his cock, so consume with sucking his delicious cock she nearly forgotten to breathe. So aroused by his threats she let bodily functions fall by the wayside in pursuit of pleasure.
"Yes sir right away, sir."
It took some effort to squeeze her perky tits together, but her reward was Quentin's low growl of a moan as her breasts massaged his swollen shaft. Saliva drooled down her chin to chest, lubing her soft skin for his length. Darting out her tongue, she strained to reach his head, and lick a glistening bead of precum from his tip.
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Already? the man growled, voice mocking and filled with lust. He worked a second finger inside her, massaging with alternating pressure. And here I thought the deadly Scarlet would be more of a challenge.
Sensing her building orgasm in the tension of her body beneath him as well as through the Force, he withdrew his fingers. Unless this is a trap? he wondered aloud, holding up his hand so she could see his fingers slick and glistening. Meeting her eyes, he slowly slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked. Delightful, he breathed, withdrawing them once more.
Still locking eyes with her, he lowered himself to his knees between her thighs. Ah. I thought I felt something, he said, using his thumb to roll the stud that pierced her clit. Then his lips caught the metal, tugging lightly as he worked his fingers back inside her. Beg me, he demanded, tongue caressing the silvery stud and the flesh it penetrated. You mouth, and your body,. His fingers plunged deep, filling her channel. Use it all, to beg me to fuck you.
In terms of sensation, it was more fun to fuck Kaydias more generous cleavage. She could mold her breasts around his dick making a supple channel that ended in the warm wet heat of her skilled lips. But there was something primal and fucking hot feeling Tiphane strain against him, cupping her small tits together to nestle his cock as she desperately used lips and tongue on his head.
Thats it, he growled, twisting his fist into her hai and pressing the blaster harder against her skull. Like you fucking mean it. His hips began to jerk rhythmically, and he forced his head and shaft into her mouth. Suck it like you love it, bitch. Like you wanna fucking live!
Orgasm struck like lightning, and he cried out as the first jet of semen pumped into her mouth. He felt her swallow, and then pull back off his head. The second load spurted alongside her nose and onto her forehead, clotting a strand of hair. Then sh closed her mouth on his cock agaon, letting cum and drool drip down her chin onto her breasts and over his cock.
Then she leaned back, letting his fourth spurt of cum splash her face and throat. She gripped his dick, no longer nestled in her cleavage, pumping it and aiming it. Pearly cum streaked her face and breasts, dripping from her chin and the tip of her nose and her right nipple.
Linora breathed a sigh of relief as her her chronocom beeped, letting her know that the last of her guests were gone. Strange how none of them had wanted to stay long, after the evenings entertainment. There had been oaths and assurances that she was recognized as Vigo, and then not-quite-scurrying to get out before she decided to kill someone else. All of them had shivered at the sight of her iron mask of a face and wild eyes.
Funny. That expression hadnt been rage or psychosis. It had been a desperate attempt to stave off the sensations boiling through the Force Bond she shared with Quentin and Scarlet. Sensations heightened by some outside element that she wasfar too distracted to identify.
Puzzles later. Right now, she wanted tofuck. Hell, it had been all she could do to not finger herself at the banquet table. It would have destroyed her credibility with her subordinates, sure, but it had taken all of her Jedi training to not just open her pants and fill her dripping cunt with silver fingers, ramming them in and out until..,
Her breath was a ragged gasp as she pulled her hands away from her belt. She had to find someonesoon. She didnt care who. Quentin and Tiphane, or Scarlet and Matthias. Whoever she found first was going to getused.
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"Clearly a trap," Scarlet breathed, trying to grasp some modicum of control over the situation, over her own delirious lust and burning need. "Now that you've had a taste of me, you won't be able to resist. You will have to have me, anything else be damned." Despite her cocky words, she fell back on her elbows as his thumb tugged on her piercing.
Her mysterious hook up clearly had a strong and deep talent in the force. Especially when it came to preconception, because his every word became a fulfilled prophesy. Her entire trembled body for his, her dripping, eager cunt quivering around his two fingers. Supple, slick lips sucking in his digits, hungry for more. Hungry for everything he offered and promised and threatened. Her stiletto heels the only scrap of clothing she still wore scratched his back, marking him in response to his exquisite technique inside her.
"I fuck oh fuck" Despite her earlier eloquence, Scarlet was now reduced to breathy moans and desperate pleas. Her words, her thoughts even her own name melted under the heat of his tongue and pressure of his fingers. Her thighs tightened around his head, as if trying to drawing him to her. Into her, the tension of her pleasure wound tight within her. Ready to break at any moment. "I I please I need please please!"
Quentin's climax burst in Linora's mind, like a signal flare lighting up the night. Almost magnetic in the way it pulled her towards him, them. Good. Having already cum once, Quentin will be ready to plow her long and hard, fucking her just how she needed after this night. She wasn't surprised to Tiphane kneeling before Quentin, pearlescent cum marking her face and breasts.
Fuck if the sight wasn't slutty and hot.
Quentin still had his blaster out, and it wasn't hard to work out what sort of scene they were playing. Tiphane just might be the filthy plaything she needed tonight.
"Is this how you show your loyalty, whore?" Linora snarled, her very real frustration adding a dark tone to her words. Metal fingers gripped Tiphane hair, further smearing Quentin's cum into her strands. "Sneaking off with my man?" Her flesh hand trailed down Tiphane's lean figure until she found the stiff peak of her nipple and pinched it until the lithe redhead shuddered and moaned. She then run her fingers through the dripping cum on her breast, and brought it to her mouth with a pleased sigh.
"Still, it seems you know how to use that slutty mouth of yours," Linora declare, holding Tiphane's gaze as she finally finally! undid her belt, and let her slacks puddle on the floor. Standing over the petite woman, she guided by her hair to soaked panties. "Put that mouth to good use before I shove a blaster in it."
"Shall we watch what Scarlet's up to?" she shot across to Quentin, tapping buttons on her chronocom to intiate the holo-projector. Quick motions allowed her to cycle through various rooms until she located them in the library, Scarlet spread wide with Matthias kneeling between her thighs. Damn, she looked hot, heaving breasts and wild eyed expression giving away just how much she was enjoying herself.
"If she cums before I do, I'll punish you," Linora snarled down to Tiphane, grinding herself against Tiphane's lips.
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Shrugging his shoulders to force her legs apart, the man abandoned her to tremble on the edge of orgasm. You need? he echoed, lust dripping from his taunting words. Please?
He rose to his feet, trailing fingers slick with her desire over her inner thigh. Thats almost where I want you. Almost wheretheywant you. His head nodded in the direction of the discrete security camera. You can feel the pressure of their attention, I assume? Their hunger as they watch you, spread for me?
He leaned over her, taking just enough of his weight on his arms to let her feel the hard planes of his body crushing her into the table. Their identities are masked, he whispered, his breath scented with her musk. Is it the man who held you on the balcony, do you think? Or your employer? Will they watch as I take you? Watch as you cry out for me?
His lust-soaked hand caught her by the throat, squeezing and pining her in place. He smiled hungrily into her emerald eyes, holding her gaze as he reached down between his legs. There was the sound of a zipper, and then his shaft glided along her slick cunt.
You need me, he repeated, slowly rocking his hips to run his length over her clit. Prove it. Take me inside you, while I pin you to this table.
You know Ive always been loyal, Tiphane replied, whimpering the words into Linoras dripping slit. She tried to make herself sound frightened, in an effort to add to the role she was playing, but she was sure the whimpering had much more of the quality of lust. Becausedamnshe was turned on. Let please. Let me prove it.
To be honest, she had been serious when she told Quentin she was straight unless she was drunk. Which maybe meant shewasbi, and just needed to let her inhibitions down? Whatever. The point, really, was that she had no idea how good she actually was at going down on another woman.
The muzzle of a blaster pressed into the back of her skull. Fuck your bosss cunt with your tongue, Quentin growled, his chest hot againt her back. Or I blow your brains out.
Nearly climaxing from the rough treatment, Tiphane shuddered and ran her tongue over Linoras slit. Thinking hard about what she liked when a date ate her out, she rolled Linoras clit with the tip of her tongue, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently. Emboldened by the gasp her boss uttered, she sucked harder. Then she backed away, using her tongue to outline the shape of her labia.
Like that? she husked, watching Linoras face as she worked a finger into her slick depths. The digit pumped in and out, alternating with her tongue. Does that please you?
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He was good. And not just in the way he brought her to the precipice of orgasm, without letting her fall through. He could feel the attention of her lovers, despite not being part of her force bond. Perhaps in a more sober moment. Scarlet might have realized just how powerful this man was in the force, and how dangerous this made him. But now, while she dripped with arousal and lust, the depth of his skill just made him hotter. Made her hotter, needier, quivering in growing ache.
Fuck, but he was a tease. Still not yet inside her, despite savoring her desire. Still not inside her, despite how hard he was, his swollen shaft brushing against her slit and clit. Her hips pursued his, pursued his cock, trying to find the right angle by touch alone. Damn, but she was wet, almost too wet, and soaking lips coated him in her scent. A challenge to claim him, to sheathe him in her liquid heat, made more challenging as he pinned her beneath his strong form. A thin film of sweat slowed her to slide against him, heaving breasts straining under his hard chest.
Finally gloriously! she took him, swallowing his thick shaft without any resistance. Not until his length filled her, and she clenched tight against his meat. Her back arched in triumph, and her heels dug into his ass, refusing to let him go. Now, she writhed, grinding herself on his cock, fighting the bruising grip on her throat to chase her pleasure, the release he denied her.
"You like that?" she growled, reaching up to grip his muscular shoulders, digging in her nails to draw him closer. "You like how my hungry pussy devours your cock?"
"Almost," Linora breathed, fingers tightening in Tiphane's hair. The petite woman's ministrations had been hesitant, nervous, but damn, they were fucking working. Building her pleasure in steps, before pulling back just enough to allow it to plateau, and then building it further.
Well, Tiphane couldn't take all the credit, though. Not with the show playing out before them, with Matthias taunting Scarlet with the depths of her desire. Scarlet's quaking need reflected and feed her own
Damn, he had a nice fucking cock, though. Not that Quentin had anything to worry about, but it was hot to watch it disappear inside Scarlet, to watch her face melt into ecstatic bliss as she took him., Then, as if on que, Tiphane pushed a second finger inside her, stretching her walls delightfully with her lips wrapped around her clit. The frustration of the entire night fell apart at that moment, in the tensing of her slick lips and the stiffening of her thighs. She held Tiphane even harder now, gripping her hair in a desperate bid to remain standing while her world liquefied into rapture.