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

[TheCorsair]

“My inhibitions are lies that I tell myself to fit into the contours Jedi teachings," she challenged.

He understood that all too well, although he bristled a little at calling them lies. His entire life in the Order, after all, had been one of discipline, of channeling the darker impulses in his soul. It was why Master Windu had chosen to train him.

The momentary reflection was broken by the sight of Aurianna kissing Lysa, and then by the oredatory way she pressed against him. “Tell me you don't want this," she breathed, her hand tracing the strong lines of his physique, without touching. "Tell me, and I'll leave you alone and fuck Lysa by myself."

“I never said I don’t want it,” he replied, voice husky. His thumb traced her lips and the line of her jaw. It’s… well…” He hesitated, deliberating for a moment. “I trust you.” Then he opened his mind to her.

Darkness and cool, clammy air surrounded him as he made his way into the depths of the cave. There was a faint phosphorescence, just enough to make him wonder if he was really seeing anything. Ahead he could just make out the opening into a broader cave.

“The Trial of the Spirit,” he narrated, gut twisting. “My Trial of the Spirit.”

The cavern held… a room? A dingy room lit by a single dangling light. Figures stood in shadow around a shabby mattress, watching as… he caught his breath in horror. Watching him, wearing a suit of unfamiliar cut, holding a knife to a red-haired woman’s throat as he raped her.

Looking away, he saw a statue in another part of the cavern. A golden woman, holding a spear aloft. He was there as well, wearing some sort of uniform, thrusting hard into Ari as two other men held her down. “Whore,” he heard himself snarl as he watched himself backhand her.

More images of himself joined the throng. A twisted version with fangs and marble skin. A version dressed all in black with twin silver lightning bolts on his collar. On an on. All of them petty and cruel, hurting there in an attempt to feel bigger. “You’re one of us,” they mocked. “Join us.”

“No…” he gasped out. “I’m not…”

“One of us,” they sneered. “Just like us.”

“No…” he gasped again. But it would be so easy. Just, just give in. He had power. He…

Laughter. “Just. Like. Us.”

“NO!”

He snapped back from his memories, eyes wide, staring down at Ari. “I… do… want… this.” The words were ragged, shaky. “But… I have to know, Ari. Know that you’re in your right mind. That I’m not…”

His saber blade blazed in the darkness of the cavern, purple with a thin crimson core. “I’m not like you,” he gasped, winded by the battle with his own demons. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, flooded by the memories of all of the thoughtless, petty cruelties he’d committed. “I’m not.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Despite the hunger that coursed through her blood, Aurianna caressed Jeoram 's face with gentle hands. "I trust you, too."

They weren't empty words. The lives and work of the Jedi were dangerous, and she and Jeoram had faced it together, for years now. She'd trusted, just as much as she trusted the force itself.

Closing the distance between them, her lips met his. Opening, welcoming, eager, dispelling the taunts of his shadow selves. He wasn't like them. He wouldn't hurt her. Slowing her hands explored him, his cheeks with short, rough stubble to his hair, cool and smooth. Her body molded into his her arms settled around his strong shoulders.

Finally they broke apart, drawing heaving breaths, his worry and want flavoring his breath. "I want you," she confessed, moving them both back, towards the bed. "I want this."

 

[TheCorsair]

“Jedi foreplay,” Lysa declared, swaying as she walked towards the two of them, “is fucking weird. But do we have the consent question nailed down?” As she spoke she tapped a control, causing sensor drones to drift into the air.

“Uhm… yes,” Jeoram replied, sounding ever so slightly dazed.

“Good.” Lysa leaned into Aurianna, molding her breasts and stomach into the Jedi’s back. One hand on Ari’s hip, she tangled her fingers into Jeoram’s shaggy blonde hair and pulled him close. Her tongue slipped between his lips, drawing him into a heady kiss, trapping Ari between their bodies.

“What are the drones for?” Jeoram managed, breathing hard as the kids broke.

“Think of them as putting together a highlights reel,” Lysa answered, nuzzling Ari’s ear. “Now, I believe I made a promise,”. Her eye caught Jeoram’s. “What was it again?”

“To peel her out of her arena costume,” he replied, “and then fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”

“That was it, yes.” She rested both hands on Ari’s hips, now, grinding her against Jeoram as his hungry lips devoured his partner’s mouth. “But there’s a problem.”

Her hands slid up Ari’s bare sides as Jeoram gripped her hips, grinding back. “And that is?”

Teasing at the elastic of Ari’s sports bra, Lysa slowly worked her fingers between fabric and soft flesh. “I don’t think I want to wait for the costume anymore.” The cloth of the bra slid upwards, baring Ari’s breasts. Her lips caught the Jedi’s earlobe. “Do you?” she asked, rolling a hard nipple between finger and thumb. “Should we wait?”

“We can wait,” Jeoram added, cupping the other breast. “If you want, that is.” He lifted ip on the breast and lowered his face, catching her nipple with his lips. “Should we?”