Malora strode purposefully through the winding corridors of the academy, acolytes and lesser apprentices scattering out of her way, sensing her foul mood and dark intentions. None of them knew what had happened nor who had earned her ire, but none of them were remotely interested in finding out, either. A wicked grin played across her lips as she saw and sensed their fears, saw them throwing themselves out of her path, and she imagined the delicious scene that would soon unfold. She could almost taste Vestara's fear and helpless fury, could practically hear Kory's whimpers of submission as Malora showed them both the difference between an acolyte and an experienced Sith such as herself. She would break Vestara to bridle, use her as a tool for her own pleasure, then do the same to her little pet. She didn't even know what race this 'Kory' was, nor what she looked like, but what did that matter? She would be fun to toy with regardless, and her real value was as a tool against the upstart that had embarrassed her so publicly, making her cum like that in front of her Lord, his ally, and her fellow apprentice. Not to mention the handful of guards and assistants stationed at the outpost!
Stopping outside the door to the two slave acolytes' shared room, she took a moment to center herself and seep in the anticipation before keying the unlocked control panel. The door slid open and she swept inside, lightning crawling between the fingers of her dominant hand in a deliberate display of intimidation, only to freeze in shocked arousal at the sight before her, the smells that washed across her nose, and the sounds that were suddenly filling her ears. Facing her was a small, mousy-looking red-head, her hair short-cropped and her body littered with bruises and bite marks, her head thrown back and her mouth hanging open as she panted and squealed and moaned as she was absolutely railed.
"There you are, Malora. I'll be with you in a moment. Kory and I got a little too excited waiting for you and decided to get started, isn't that right, plaything?" Khai greeted her with a smile, far too casually for the circumstances. Despite her shock, and rapidly growing arousal, Malora couldn't help but be absentmindedly impressed by the acolyte's apparent strength, as she was holding her lover up in the air with nothing more than her arms, which she had braced behind Kory's knees. She also couldn't help but notice that Krevan -or rather, the rumors that he had mentioned to her- had not been exaggerating in the least when they said that Khai had a perfectly formed, preternaturally impressive shaft born of Sith Alchemy. Because Malora had seen alot of cocks in her life, and she could tell just by looking at the one rhythmically burying itself in the redhead's cunt that it was above and beyond every single one of them.
Malora's mouth went dry, her carefully laid plans crumbling to dust in an instant as Kory whimpered something that might have been agreement. She tried to speak, to reassert the dominance she had perceived herself to hold, but found herself mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of Vestara's thrusts and the way Kory's small breasts bounced with each impact.
"What's the matter, Malora?" Vestara purred, her voice husky with exertion and lust, and more than a hint of knowing humor. A tone that said she had a very good idea of what. "Tooka got your tongue? Or perhaps you'd prefer my cock there instead?"
The older Sith flushed, anger and arousal warring within her. She wanted to lash out, to punish these insolent (former) slaves, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened beneath her tunic, and she felt a telltale wetness between her thighs.
Vestara's knowing smirk only widened as she sensed, and saw, Malora's inner turmoil. Without breaking her rhythm, she leaned forward to whisper something in Kory's ear. The redhead's eyes widened, then locked onto Malora with a mixture of fear and... was that hunger? It certainly looked like it, and Malora felt something very much like nervousness as both of them licked their lips together.
"Why don't you join us, Malora?" Vestara purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "There's plenty of room for one more."
Malora's mouth opened and closed, no sound emerging. She was frozen in place, her body screaming for release even as her pride demanded she maintain control. The lightning at her fingertips, completely forgotten and entirely neglected, sputtered and died as the emotions -and the focus- she had used to summon it faded away.
"Or perhaps," Vestara continued, giving a particularly deep and heavy thrust, causing Kory to loose a sharp cry. "you'd prefer to watch? To see what real power looks like? After all, you weren't powerful enough to fulfill your goals without the help of a lowly acolyte, so perhaps watching and learning while I ravage my sweet little Kory is your attempt to get closer to true power."
Malora's cheeks burned with humiliation and desire. She wanted to flee, to save face, but her feet remained rooted to the spot. Vestara's words stung, cutting deeper than any saber could. The truth of them was undeniable - she had needed the acolyte's help, then had been forced by her to orgasm in front of witnesses. And now, here she stood, powerless once again in the face of Vestara's overwhelming presence.
"I... I don't...of course not…" Malora stammered, her usual eloquence deserting her. Frankly, she was somewhat impressed with herself that she could even talk at all, given how out-of-sorts she was.
"Oh come now," Vestara cooed, never slowing her relentless pace. "There's no need to be shy. We're all Sith here, aren't we? Embracing our passions is what we do."
Kory let out a particularly loud moan, her body shuddering in Vestara's arms as she came, the scent of sex growing even stronger than it already was. Vestara nibbled on her ear gently, playfully whispering a few choice phrases of praise, and Malora gulped softly as she saw that the acolyte's thrusts only slowed and grew gentler, rather than cease.
"Besides," the fire-haired girl continued after a long moment, sounding a little bit strained. Though whether it was from the effort or from the pleasure she had to be feeling starting to get to her, Malora didn't know. Not that it really mattered, especially when Khai continued and thoroughly redirected her attention. "Besides, I already own you, Malora. We made a bargain. You're mine from now until I leave Korriban. So why don't you stop waffling and get in more appropriate attire? Like, say, none?"
Malora's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with a mixture of rage, humiliation, and undeniable arousal. The truth of Vestara's words struck her like a physical blow. She had indeed made a bargain, binding herself to this upstart acolyte in exchange for aid. And now, faced with the raw power and confidence radiating from Vestara, she found herself unable to resist.
With shaking hands, Malora began to shed her armor and undergarments. Each layer that fell away seemed to strip more than just cloth from her body; it peeled away her pride, her illusions of control. As the last garment pooled at her feet, she stood naked and vulnerable before the entwined lovers, both of whom were watching her without an ounce of shame or reluctance.
Vestara's eyes raked over Malora's exposed form, approval and a distinctly predatory glint in her gaze. "Much better." she purred. "Now, come here and get down on your knees."
Malora's legs moved of their own accord, propelling her forward until she was mere inches from Vestara and Kory. She sank to her knees, her eyes level with the point where their bodies joined. The scent of their arousal was overwhelming this close, and Malora felt her mouth water involuntarily at the scent and the view alike, watching raptly as that cum-slicked shaft glided in and out of Kory's lewdly wide-spread folds.
"Good girl, you look so good down there. Kneeling so naturally for us, like you're meant to." Vestara praised, her voice a silky purr, radiating [Satisfaction] and [Desire] into the Force, and Malora could barely muster the focus to feel a flicker of annoyance, never mind anything more drastic. "Now, why don't you put that pretty mouth of yours to use? Show us what you can do with that cunning tongue of yours, hmm?"
Malora hesitated for just a moment, her pride making one last futile attempt at resistance, but she was too close. Too close, too intoxicated by the scent, too hungry for the pleasure, too shamed to abandon the bargain that she had made, and as she leaned closer Vestara's fingers wove through her hair, the Force blooming around them to replace it's hold on Kory. She was pulled in, her tongue darting out to taste the mingled essences of Vestara and Kory, and all thoughts of further resistance and refusal was gone.
The slick, heated flesh where Vestara and Kory joined tasted incredible - a heady mix of Kory's sweetness and Vestara's muskier flavor, and Malora moaned involuntarily, her own arousal spiking as she lapped at their combined juices. It spiked again as her tongue mapped out just how broad Vestara's girth was, just how wide she was splitting Kory open, and an absent part of her mind noted that it was even bigger than she had thought it was. A fact that was as enticing as it was nerve-inducing.
Malora's tongue worked feverishly, alternating between licking along Vestara's shaft as it plunged in and out of Kory and focusing on the redhead's swollen clit. Above her, she could hear Kory's whimpers and moans growing louder, more frantic. Vestara's breathing was becoming ragged as well, her thrusts increasing in speed and force.
"That's it, Malora," Vestara panted, her fingers tightening in Malora's hair, just on the edge of pain and displaying utter control over almost every movement that the kneeling apprentice could make. "Show us what that clever mouth can really do. Make us cum."
The command sent a shiver down Malora's spine, and she redoubled her efforts. Her hands came up to grip Vestara's thighs, steadying herself as she worked her tongue with renewed vigor. She could feel the tension building in both bodies above her, the way that their pleasure pulsed and throbbed in the Force, felt their presences oscillate in and out of tune with one another as their souls tangled and brushed against one another.
Malora lost herself in the task, her world narrowing to the taste and feel of the two bodies above her. She licked and sucked with a fervor she had never known before, driven by a desperate need to please, to prove her worth. The sounds of pleasure from Vestara and Kory grew louder, more urgent, spurring her on, their emotions pouring into the Force until she felt as though she could drown in them. Emperor, was this what sex was like when she wanted it, when she wasn't being used by some insane fat lump…?
Suddenly, Kory's body tensed, her cries reaching a crescendo as she climaxed, and Malora felt the rush of wetness against her tongue, the previously sweet-flavor intensifying sharply as it went from delicious traces to freshly-flowing treats. She couldn't help but wonder, in that moment, what Vestara would taste like. Better still, she wondered what they would taste like combined, and a fresh flow of heat to her own sex made it pleasurably clear just how much she wanted to find out the answer.
"Don't you dare stop!" Vestara growled, her hips bucking erratically, not that Malora had any plans of doing such a thing. "Take everything Kory gives you!"
Malora obeyed without hesitation, lapping eagerly at Kory's gushing release. The taste was intoxicating, and she found herself moaning against the redhead's sensitive flesh, sending vibrations through both bodies above her. Vestara's thrusts became more erratic, her grip on Malora's hair tightening to an almost painful degree.
"Fuck, I'm close," Vestara groaned, her voice thick with lust. "Kory, pet, where do you want it?"
Kory, still trembling from her own orgasm, managed to gasp out the entirely predictable response. "Inside... please, Mistress, fill me up!"
Vestara let out a feral growl to the desperate offer and plea, her hips slamming forward one last time. Malora felt the shaft pulse against her tongue, felt it throb and flex as it pumped cum directly into the submissive girl's womb. After a matter of heartbeats, a new, thicker taste was touching her tongue, and her eyes widened as she realized what it was…and the implications therein. Not only was she now tasting Vestara's seed -thick, creamy, richly flavored, nothing like the disgusting slime she had so often been forced to swallow in the past-, but doing so meant that the woman above her came so much, so quickly, that Kory's cunt was already at it's limit and leaking.
Malora's mind reeled at the implications, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch and, though she would never admit it, a thread of anxiety pulsing through her in time with it. She was already going to have to adjust to taking a cock bigger than anything she had ever had in her before, but now she knew she was going to have to deal with a helluva lot of cum as well. Maybe that should be discouraging, but if so it failed to meet the mark, and she continued to lap hungrily at the combined fluids flowing from Kory's well-used entrance, savoring every drop of her new-found treat.
As Vestara's climax subsided, she slowly withdrew from Kory, her still-hard shaft glistening with their combined juices. Without thinking, Malora leaned forward, her tongue darting out to make an attempt at cleaning the impressive member. Vestara let out a low, approving hum, adjusting her hips slightly to slip her cock fully into the dark-haired apprentice's mouth, even as Kory unsteadily -and somewhat awkwardly- was set on her feet beside the, wherein she promptly semi-stumbled over towards one of the beds and poured herself into it with a sigh.
"My, my, Malora. Eager, aren't we?" Vestara chuckled, her voice husky with post-orgasmic bliss as she slowly thrust herself in and out of those suckling lips. "And to think, you came here with the intention of forcing Kory and I to service you instead."
Malora flushed with embarrassment -she wished there was anger there as well, but there wasn't- at Vestara's words, but didn't stop her ministrations. Quite the contrary, actually, because the more that she tasted the combined cum coating Vestara's hard length, the greater was the craving for more of it. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as Vestara's cock slid in and out of her mouth.
"That's it, slut. Force, you're good at this. That's right, keep going." Vestara purred, her fingers loosening their grip and turning instead to almost mockingly stroke her hair, treating her like a tooka or a massif. "Show me how much you want it. Show me how badly you need to be filled."
Malora moaned around the thick shaft, helpless to do anything but feel pleasure and to obey the instructions she was given, any thought of doing otherwise long since lost. She had come here intending to dominate, to punish, but now found herself willingly submitting, her hands coming up to grip Vestara's thighs, steadying herself so that she could take that impressive length deeper into her throat.
Well-primed by Kory, and tempted by Malora's admittedly impressive skill, it didn't take long for Vestara to come again, and Malora's eyes bulged at the flood of seed that began to pour into her mouth. She had seen, or rather tasted, it happen with Kory, but she hadn't imagined Vestara would be able to come quite so much quite so quickly quite so soon after stuffing her fellow acolyte, and the kneeling apprentice found herself having to swallow fast enough that she risked choking just to avoid drowning. Somehow, the very thought was more arousing than anything else, and as her stomach filled her empty pussy clenched desperately on nothing. Force, she wanted this woman to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't stand, never mind walk!
Vestara slowly withdrew from Malora's mouth, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips as she gazed down at the flushed and panting apprentice, enjoying the glazed look in her eyes and the way she was practically pressing herself against the cum-and-salive slicked cock laying across her upturned face. "Not bad, Malora. You've certainly got some skills with that mouth of yours. Must be all the practice that you get, since you're such a whore."
Malora's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. She felt simultaneously humiliated and aroused beyond measure, her body thrumming with need. The degradation hit differently, coming from Vestara, than when it had come from the previous men and women that had used her. And it wasn't simply because the acolyte was attractive either. As ugly and unpleasant (and unskilled) as Renning was, he was hardly the norm for her previous sexual partners. No, there was something else separating the circumstances, though she couldn't imagine what it was.
"Now, I think that's enough foreplay for the moment, don't you?" Vestara purred, her still-hard shaft glistening with saliva, "I think it's time we put our bargain to the test."
Malora could only breathe, pupils blown wide, as she was non-to-gently tugged towards the bed Kory had collapsed onto, Vestara using her hair as a makeshift leash to guide her up and onto the bed, giving her a fine view of the smoothly-shaven, cum-leaking cunt of the reclining redhead. Pausing, she turned her head to look up at Vestara -hissing slightly at the brief pain in her scalp as her hair reached it's limits again-, biting her lower lip as she hesitated.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You already know you like to taste of Kory and I together, and now you have the chance to get some more right from the source." Vestara told her, tugging sharply on her hair to urge her forward. When she hesitated again, the fiery-haired former slave scowled and slapped her harshly across her ass with one sparking hand. She squealed and bucked, twisting violently in an effort to get away from the source of the pain, only to whine as Vestara's unmoving grip on her hair had her head snapping back and her scalp protesting. "It looks like you're still struggling with understanding your position, here. I own you. I own Kory. That means you do whatever I tell you to. If that means training, you give training. If that means I want a massage, you get the fucking oil out. If I tell you to bend over and spread your legs, you thank me for the pleasure. And if I tell you to eat Kory out and make her cum, you stick your tongue in her cunt and make her cum. Am I understood?"
Malora cried out again as she was spark-spanked again, nodding hurriedly as best she could as affirmations spilled from her lips, and she buried her head between Kory's thighs the minute that a satisfied Vestara let her go. As she energetically went to work fulfilling the dominant acolyte's demands, she felt the bed sink beneath her knees as Vestara settled behind her, and she heard the other woman's appreciative chuckle as she instinctively spread her knees and arched her back to present herself to the eyes that were no doubt tracing her dripping sex.
"Hmm, offering yourself up, just like that? Very nice." came the low, throaty murmur, and Malora gasped softly into Kory's sex as she felt the bulbous, spongy head of that incredible cock press against her soaked hole. Then she moaned, low and long, as Vestara slowly and steadily fed it into her grasping, velvety depths.
A moan that was muffled by Kory's pussy as Vestara's cock stretched her open, filling her more completely than she'd ever experienced before. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her body struggled to accommodate the impressive girth, and she was forced to stop her oral efforts and focus on breathing. She could feel every ridge, every vein of Vestara's shaft, every throbbing heartbeat as it slowly sank deeper into her core.
"Force, you're tight, almost as tight as Kory." Vestara groaned behind her, her hands gripping Malora's hips tightly, her thumbs digging into the fat globes of flesh of her ass. "I bet you've never had anything this big inside you before, have you?"
Unable to speak, Malora could only whimper and shake her head slightly, her face still buried between Kory's thighs. A moment later, the redhead's fingers tangled in her hair, tugging insistently and grinding her nose and lips against the former slave's sex. Mindful of Vestara's commands, and beginning to adjust to the thick, hot invader buried balls-deep inside of her, she obeyed the unspoken request/demand/command and started to lick and suck and nip at her folds and clit.
Vestara began to move, slowly at first, pulling out until just the tip remained inside before thrusting back in. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through Malora's body, causing her to moan and gasp against Kory's flesh. The redhead's grip on her hair tightened, urging her to continue her ministrations even as she was being thoroughly fucked from behind.
Malora's world narrowed to the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. Vestara's cock filled her completely, stretching her in ways she'd never experienced before. Each slow, deliberate thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, making her moan and whimper into Kory's dripping sex. The taste of the redhead's arousal mixed with Vestara's cum on her tongue, driving her to lap and suck with renewed vigor.
"That's it, slut," Vestara purred, her hips starting to move faster, harder. "Show Kory how grateful you are for the privilege of tasting her. Show me just how good you are at obeying me."
Malora could only moan in response, her mind hazy with lust and submission. She felt utterly consumed, caught between the two bodies using her for their pleasure. And yet, she had never felt more alive, more present in her own body. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with electricity, every touch amplified tenfold.
Vestara's pace increased, her thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Malora's muffled cries and Kory's breathless whimpers, growing steadily more ragged as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. Malora could feel herself getting close to an orgasm of her own, the coil of pleasure in her core winding tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust, and she felt nothing but anticipation as she imagined what it would feel like to tighten and pulse around Vestara's throbbing cock as it filled her womb.
"Look at you, taking my cock so well. Force!" Vestara growled, her fingers digging into Malora's hips hard enough to bruise, a few sparks crawling across her fingers to sink into Malora's flesh. "I knew this was the right choice to make! Getting access to you for the price of killing one fucking tuk'ata? Even if you don't show Kory and I a fucking thing, keeping you in my bed until the day we leave is worth it!"
Malora's mind, what was left of it given how much pleasure she was feeling after being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for this upstart acolyte and her pet, felt something akin to pride at that. At the knowledge that this unique, virile specimen was finding genuine enjoyment and pleasure from fucking her. Please and enjoyment above and beyond simply getting her dick wet, because Force knew that Khai had already had plenty of that with Kory. The thought only fueled her desire, her inner walls clenching around Vestara's thick shaft as she felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm, her womb aching to be filled as her mind drowned in the bliss that was The Force around them.
Kory's thighs suddenly tightened around Malora's head, her back arching as she cried out in ecstasy. The flood of wetness against Malora's tongue, combined with a particularly deep thrust from Vestara, sent her tumbling over the edge. She screamed into Kory's pussy, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
A groan from behind her and the pounding rhythm of Vestara's cock faltered as Malora's inner walls clenched and spasmed around it. With a guttural cry, she slammed her hips forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt inside Malora's quivering body.
Malora felt the thick shaft pulse inside her, followed by an intense rush of heat as Vestara's release finally, finally flooded her womb. The sensation of being filled so completely, so deeply, prolonged her own orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she felt like she might pass out from the intensity.
For several long moments, the three women remained locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their shared climax. Slowly, Kory's grip on Malora's hair loosened, and Vestara's hands gentled on her hips, though she made no effort whatsoever to actually withdraw her cock from Malora's plundered depths.
"I think we've found an excellent use for you, Malora. Don't you agree?" Vestara finally panted, voice dripping with lazy, smug satisfaction, running her hands up Malora's spine to stroke her hair as she splayed herself across Malora's back, pressing her breasts to against the apprentice's shoulder blades.
Malora could only whimper in response, her mind still hazy from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She felt utterly spent, her nerves fizzing and sparking nicely as she trembled and breathed. The weight of Vestara's body pressed against her back, the other woman's cock still buried deep inside her, sent little aftershocks of pleasure through her oversensitive body, and it was all she could do to stay awake as Vestara and Kory's presences in the Force wrapped around her like thick, warm, all-encompassing blankets.
Kory's fingers gently combed through Malora's hair, a stark contrast to the rough treatment from moments before. "You did so well," the redhead murmured, her voice soft and encouraging, none of the mockery and degradation that the same words would have held if Vestara had spoken them isntead. "Doesn't it feel good to submit? To just let Vestara use you, to pleasure her and be rewarded with pleasure in turn?"
Malora found herself nodding weakly, unable to deny the truth of Kory's words. The submission, the pleasure, the intensity of it all - it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was exhausting, had been painful, had left her drained and weak…but it was one of the most amazing things that she had ever experienced.
"Good girl." Vestara purred, the words sounding sincere and warm, as she finally started sliding out of Malora, slipping free with a wet squelch. The apprentice whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and profoundly disappointed, especially as she felt the cum she had been given start to drain out of her. "But we're far from done with you yet."
With surprising gentleness, Vestara maneuvered Malora onto her back, positioning her between herself and Kory. The redhead immediately curled into Malora's side, nuzzling against her neck and trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. Vestara, meanwhile, settled between Malora's thighs, her still-hard cock brushing teasingly against the apprentice's freshly-fucked folds.
"That was a speed round. Let's see how well you can do in an endurance round."
Malora could only shudder and moan in dread and desire as she felt herself being split apart again. This wasn't what she had expected when she made this bargain…but she didn't have it in her to complain, not by a long shot, and as she began to rock back and forth in time with the dominant's thrusts, she found herself wondering what strings she would have to pull to be in Khai's company more often.
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I was feeling rather satisfied with myself when I finally left my room the next morning, closing and locking the door behind me. It wouldn't do for anyone to happen across my girls, after all, fucked stupid, covered and filled with more cum than I had known I could muster. And I had known I could muster quite a bit, after all the time I had spent fucking Nicky and Kela over the course of my time with them. Either something about my 'production' was related to my strength in the Force, or being on Korriban was somehow affecting it. I was willing to bet -and really, really hoped, in a perversely childish way- that it was option one, because I would be damned if that wasn't a hell of a thing for my ego. Not to mention would prove very, very convenient as the number of lovers I had grew.
I wasn't sure if I would keep Malora, the way I planned on keeping Kory. She was a fun lay and seemed to have untapped depths of genuine submissive masochism to exploit, but I didn't really care about her the way I did the girls I both already had and those I intended to collect in the future. Then again, she could prove useful. She did have it in her to become a Dark Councilor and a deeply knowledgeable master of the Biotic Sciences. Between her and Nicky, I would have that Sphere locked up nice and tight if I did keep her. Otherwise, I would probably have to kill her to keep her out of Nicky's hair.
Hmm.
Something to consider for the future.
At the moment, I was summoned to Harkun's room to speak with him about the last trial I had completed, which meant -unless things were drastically different, which I rather doubted they would be- I was about to run into Zash again.
"Ah, Acolyte!" a familiar voice purred from behind me, and with a wry thought of 'speak of the Devil and she shall appear', I turned to give the red-clad Lord a bow and a murmur of her name. Looking me up and down before taking a deep, deliberate inhalation, she arched one perfect blond eyebrow at me. "You know, I didn't doubt for a moment the rumors that you were something of a ladies-woman, given how fond your former owner, her slave, and that Beniko girl were of you. I wasn't particularly surprised to hear that you rather quickly collared one of your fellow acolytes either. But to hear that you had an apprentice to Lord Renning make her way to your room, from which she still hasn't emerged…goodness. You do realize that you are here to become a Sith, don't you Khai? Not to seduce the whole of the Academy?"
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, My Lord." I responded serenely, folding my hands behind my back and enjoying -even though I knew who and what she was, not to mention what she really looked like- the way that her eyes fell to my breasts and lingered there for a long, long moment. "Besides, Malora could prove useful to me. As an apprentice, she has knowledge to share that will give me a leg up on my rivals. Every resource is one to be exploited, yes?"
"Oh, I agree, but have a care not to get Lord Renning after you by playing with his toys. He's popular with the Dark Council, and I rather doubt I can keep him from killing you if you aggravate him enough, at least while you're still a mere Acolyte." she agreed, sounding distinctly amused, before sobering and narrowing her eyes. "Speaking of your rivals, tis a cruel thing to seduce this 'Kory' into your bed while planning to kill her once the rest of the pool is gone. Even for a Sith."
"I have no intention of doing anything of the sort. Kory is devoted to me and makes for extraordinarily pleasurable company. I plan on keeping her chained to my bed for the foreseeable future, on Korriban and off it." I refuted immediately, waving my right hand in a brushing away gesture. "The life of an apprentice is likely to be a stressful and duty-riddled one, I'll need a good way to relax and maintain my focus."
"You know, of course, that I am only interested in taking a single acolyte from your pool as my apprentice, don't you?" she inquired mildly, and I bobbed my head in a casual nod.
"Of course, that's why I warned Ffon off. It would be a waste for you to have been forced to kill him thanks to Harkun's schemes." I confirmed, and she eyed me speculatively.
"Yes, I heard about that. A clever way to dispose of a rival without any risk to yourself, and you did it by doing nothing except tell the truth. I was impressed when I heard about it, though I was less than pleased with Harkun's attempts to undermine me or ignore my will" she admitted, sounding and feeling completely genuine in her praise, before shaking her head. "But that is both old news and besides the point. How, exactly, do you plan on keeping Kory alive and making her a Sith?"
"Don't really plan on making her a Sith. She has no interest in it, and little talent. She's my bedwarmer, my pet, and in the far-off future will make an excellent pair of invisible eyes and ears at high society events. No one pays attention to slaves, after all. The world will see a quiet, soft plaything for my amusement, nothing more, and when their tongues start wagging, she'll bring their songs back to me."
"She has no interest in being a Sith? Given the chance to be free or remain a slave, she chooses slavery?" Zash was clearly surprised by that, though the surprise faded when I responded with a small, smug smirk of satisfaction.
"She chooses slavery to me. A life in my bed, spreading her legs whenever I want her too and acting as my stress relief is entirely preferable to dying here or trying to make it as a Sith."
"Hmm…I can't say I disapprove of your attitude or your taste, not to mention your forethought. And I suppose you want me to pull some strings to keep Kory alive?" she asked, and I bowed more than a little cockily. Shaking her head with a scoffing laugh, she continued. "Fine, as long as you understand that she won't receive any training whatsoever from me, and anything you teach her must be on your own time with your own means. Of course, if you fail to be chosen as my apprentice, your Kory will either be dead alongside you or given as a gift to whomever does win. Is that quite clear?"
"Clear as crystal, of course. I would never have insisted otherwise. Thank you, Lord Zash." I bowed again, mroe sincerely and respectfully this time, before glancing down the hallway. "Was there anything else you needed, My Lord? Overseer Harkun summoned me, for my next trial I imagine, and I shouldn't want to keep you waiting for my graduation any longer than you absolutely must."
"Ha! You are amusing, and cheeky. I like that. I will enjoy you quite a bit, I think, Khai." she responded, voice thick with sultry promise, and I had to firmly remind my libido that she actually looked like an ancient Egyptian mummy, not a busty blonde with some very attractive lips and one hell of an ass. "Yes, I just wanted to know how you got the holocron out of the monument."
"Force Lightning."
"…Force Lightning? Really? That was it?"
"Yes, that was it. I was shocked myself, frankly, but I recalled that Tulak Hord was an incredibly powerful sorcerer, in addition to his master of the blade. Since I rather doubted that cutting the monument open with a lightsaber was the solution, not least of which because I could tell that more than a few had tried to do exactly that over the years, I decided to try the most, hmm, staple technique of sorcery. Thus, the lightning."
"Remarkable, simply remarkable." she shook her head, sounding wryly amused, a slight gleam in her eyes as she looked at me. "Do you have any idea how many hours, how many rituals, how many great and powerful and esoteric arts I have used on that monument over the years, only for each and every one of them to fail? You really must be her…"
I didn't respond, nor did I ask, fully aware what she was alluding to and unwilling to open that particular can of worms even so much as a tiny crack. I doubted, at this range and as untrained as I was, that I would be able to complete hide my reaction to anything she had to say along that particular avenue of discussion, and Force knew I wasn't ready to contend with her just yet. Better to play dumb and give her no opportunity to sense anything was amiss. After a moment, she sighed and shrugged a bit playfully. "Well, whatever the case and the cause, you succeeded. Go ahead to your next Trial, acolyte. And make sure to keep impressing me, hmm? I'll go and inform Kory that she's yours and no longer a student of this Academy."
With that, she swanned away, hips swaying hypnotically beneath her red robes, and Force as my witness I watched until she was out of sight before huffing out a sigh and making my way towards Harkun's office. If I recalled correctly, it would be the tablets next. Hmm, perhaps I should take a side-trip to the Hate Machine and make a copy of the tablet for myself…