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Star Wars: Eclipse of the Black Sun (The Corsair, Xanaphia)

"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.
 
“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 a Jedi, Ahmoet. That’s easier said than done.”

Ahmoet grunted dismissively. “Jedi are still mortal. Their powers just make it sweeter when they can’t stop you.”

“The Baronet wants her to come to us willingly,” Lendana answered with a sigh. “Her willingness to submit to any demand he makes of her was stressed. Remember?”

“Yeah.” Ahmoet shook his horned head. “Some Jedi mumbo-jumbo. I didn’t…”

“Sith,” Matthias corrected.

“What?” Ahmoet sounded baffled.

“The Baronet is Sith. Not Jedi.” Matthias glanced back. “There is a difference.”

Ahmoet snorted. “I don’t really care about religious disputes, Matthias. Wizards are wizards, and I don’t 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 don’t get it, but I also don’t want to get turned inside out.”

-*-

“Oh, no sir,” the bartender declared, waving off Jeoram’s 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. “That’s 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. No unexpected 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 in extremely tight clothing. And the entertainment was a lavender haired woman in a long black dress singing some sort of love song. And it didn’t offer a view of the sex arena, whatever that was.

So, he asked Aurianna through the Force. How did it go? Or are you still… busy?
 
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.
 
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 Devonarian’s teeth dug into her shoulder. A spike of pain told her that he’d drawn blood, and her cunt clenched as his snaky tongue lapped at the wound. She fisted a hand in Matthias’s 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 we’d 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 don’t care,” Ahmoet growled.

“I don’t 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 was probably sarcasm, but the thought of finding his partner entwined with the brothel’s 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. “Isn’t that supposed to be ‘buy a girl a drink’?” he replied.

She leaned back on the bar, making the crop top strain against her bust. It was impressive, Jeoram noted, but so we’re the muscles that bunched in her arms. “See any girls here?” she countered.

“Fair enough.” He signaled the bartender. “A round for her, as well. Same thing I’m having.” Then he looked her over before meeting her ice blue gaze. “So. Wby are you looking for me?”

She smiled at that. “You’re 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 I’m hoping to learn a few things from you.”

“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Like what?”

She gestured at the far wall. “I’m an indentured gladiator in the Arena Av Lilla Doden, fighting under the put name Shrikee. And so far, four matches in, I’m 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 resist anything. So I want a few lessons.”
 
"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. "Ple–Ahh!" 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.
 
Jeoram blinked, and tried to say something. Then he took a pull of his beer, and tried again. “Wait. You want me to train you?”

“Yep.” Lysa winked and sipped from her own mug.

“As a Jedi?” Jeoram started to say something else, but Lysa cut him off.

“Shuma’el, no!” she laughed. “I doubt I’d 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 don’t… wait.” He sipped his beer, and considered. “Where did you come up with that figure?”

“It’s 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. “That’s 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, she loved it. I can taste her frustration.” A smug, satisfied smile tugged her lips. “She’s trying to deny herself, but she wants more.”

“Then let’s give her 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 she’ll get suspicious.” Her free hand gripped the Devonarian’s shaft, pumping it lightly. “But you can give me more.” She let her head roll to the side, eying Matthias with heavy-lidded eyes. “You too.”

“I’ll 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,”
 
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.
 
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 Aurianna’s 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 you’d need me close, he declared. Because this is utterly insane. We’re not trained for this kind of undercover work. I don’t 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, I’m 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.”

“I’m 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 Lysa’s 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.”
 
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 you dressed like 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 Vigo I killed on your orders."

"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."

"What we'll do," 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, what happened. Is there video of what you did?"

Linora was quiet for a time. "I, I think so."

"Good." Kaydia finished her drink, and poured herself another. "Let's use it."
 
“First of all, I have no idea where 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, I’d 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? That’s a bad thing.”

“Really?” Linora leaned back in her chair and lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because then we’re 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 you’re talking about using would catch the eye of the Council. It could bring several Masters here. Maybe including Master Windu.”

“Ah.” Linora frowned as she considered that. “So. We can’t 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 they’re 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 doesn’t matter. Whichever one feels the guiltiest.”

“Yeah.” Quentin sipped his drink. “I mean, they’ll have something in 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 you’re not just eye candy after all.”
 
"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 Jedi she 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.
 
“She’s 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 wasn’t soon enough. And it’s not the first time it’s 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 a pathetic whore,” the pirate sneered, his voice distant but clear. “Thinks drugs keep us at bay.”

His twin’s voice seemed to come from beside her ear, as if she’d joined her on the bed. “Can’t shut us out that easy. We’re inside you.”

“In your head,” the pirate laughed, darkly. There was a faint sensation like hands on her skin, touching her through the bodysuit. “Just one of the places I was inside you.”

“Show her.” The twin’s voice seemed to come from above her, and there was a distant sensation of hands gripping her wrist. “Show her she can’t escape us.”

A ghostly cock seemed to grind against her through the bodysuit. “We’ll 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. “You’ll always be a victim. Our victim.”
 
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.
 
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 Kaydia’s 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. “She’s 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. “They’re dead, Scarlet. But there are others like them, if you want revenge.” He stepped forward, offering a hand. “What do you want?”
 
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."
 
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."

“I’m…” 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 Scarlet’s thighs and over her leather-clad flanks. “Both of us?” she purred, molding her hands to Scarlet’s breasts. “At the same time, or one after another.” Her silvered fingers caught the tab of Scarlet’s zipper and drew it down, exposing more flesh to Quentin’s fevered eyes.

In response, Quentin pulled a hand free and caught the lapel of Linora’s suit. He pulled, dragging her down onto the mattress as well. “I think,” he told her, “that Scarlet will make that decision.”
 
"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."
 
Lost in the aching prelude to orgasm, Linora didn’t 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 Quentin’s 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? I’m… going… 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. “I’m going,” she growled back, “to fuck the cum out if you.” Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, met Scarlet’s hungry crimson gaze. She smiled, licking her lips. “I think she’ll 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 couldn’t have said who climaxed first. Without warning she was crying out as pleasure erupted within her, as she felt Quentin’s 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… don’t actually know… who won.”
 
"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.
 
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, aren’t you?” she husked, tangling her living fingers in Scarlet’s hair, dragging her mouth back up to meet hers. Her tongue traced Scarlet’s lips, then slipped between them to claim her mouth. Chrome fingers slid down her leather-clad back, unyielding against supple skin. “Besides. I’ve got a better idea.”

She leaned into Scarlet, hooking her inner thigh and adjusting her to straddle Quentin’s face. Then she leaned back, using Scarlet’s hair to guide her down her body. “Maybe you should see what I’m 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 what you’ll be full of, soon enough.”

-*-

He was slightly dazed from the force of his orgasm, but that didn’t 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 Scarlet’s 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 Scarlet’s tongue on his shaft, exploring where his semihard meat pressed into Linora. He allowed himself to utter a long, low moan into Scarlet’s cunt, then tightened his hands and drew her against his mouth. His lips and tongue found her clit, sucking and rolling the sensitive flesh.
 
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?
 
“Using my imagination,” Linora grinned, her voice husky. She cupped Scarlet’s chin with her artificial hand, gently guiding her up. The movement brought their faces closer and shifted Scarlet’s weight, pushing her hips and cunt tighter into Quentin’s mouth. “And my tongue,” she added, tasting herself and Quentin on Scarlet’s lips. “Fucking you with my tongue, while he fucks you with this thick cock.” She rolled her hips for emphasis.

Her lips traced Scarlet’s jaw, sucking two flavors of cum from her chin. “He just came, too,” she murmured, tracing metal fingers between Scarlet’s 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 Scarlet’s clit, the unyielding hardness vying with the slippery strength of Quentin’s tongue for a pace on the sensitive flesh.

She shifted her position, letting Quentin’s 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 Linora’s 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. “That’s 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 Scarlet’s 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 whore’s dick while your slut whore tongue fucks you.”

Linora arched her body again, scooting even closer. Her mouth caressed Scarlet’s 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?”
 
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."
 
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.
 
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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