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

This shouldn't happen again.

It was hours still, before her senses acclimated to the implants. Hours filled with insatiable need and unspoken yearning. The rigorous training and conditioning of a Jedi clashed against the years of repressed desire, and the more Aurianna gave in, the more she wanted.

This can't happen again. The words, the warning repeated in her mind, every time they stopped to breathe. Each climax, each breathy recovery, drawing them both to satisfaction, until that little warning slithered into her mind again. They only had this night, this excuse of losing themselves to situation to explore everything they had to offer. Once they were back in their right minds, they wouldn't succumb again. They wouldn't risk everything for another night of pleasure. This shouldn't happen again.

The words were less convincing as she wrapped her legs against Jeoram's hips, pulling him into her again. Drawing her nails down his back as her own back slapped against the wall, a sweat-slick rhythm of enduring hunger. This can't happen again. Drowning in his eyes, his cool blue irises, would be too easy to give in, again and again. Closing her eyes, she pulled him into a kiss, imprinting the memory of his taste and his passion in her mind, in an attempt to inoculate herself from her fantasies. She'd had him, now. It would be enough. It would have to be enough.

Another orgasm, and she'd be satisfied. Another climax, another burning jet of his seed inside her. Just one more, and she'd be satisfied. She'd have to be satisfied, now.

This can't happen again.
 
Mustafar

“Your predecessor,” Quentin remarked over his datapad, “was far too lax about things.” He bit into his smoked grythe on toast and chewed thoughtfully. “He let people get away with shit.”

“True,” Tiphane agreed, starting in on her second steak. “I told him that all the damn time.”

The harsh light of Mustafar’s sun burned at them through the polarized windows of the Vigo’s private dining room. The three of them - Linora, Kaydia, and Quentin - had been joined for breakfast by Tiphane, who had stayed the night. She was currently dressed in Linora’s borrowed white blouse and and grey slacks, sleeves and legs rolled up in a way that made her look like she was playing dress-up.

“I’ve been busy trying to consolidate power,” Linora admitted. “What sort of things.”

“Let’s see.” Quentin slid his thumb along the screen. “For example, we’ve got people trying to shake down or intimidate the prostitutes at the biggest brothels we run.” He scrolled further. “People refusing to pay up on bets and loans. Dealers getting hit and having their stash looted.”

Linora grimaced. “Great. Any suggestions where to start?”

“All of them?” Tiphane proposed with an innocent-looking grin of pure delight. “I round up a few of my heavies and start making examples of people?” She laughed, a sound like clear bells. “It’s amazing how cooperative people get once you’ve broken a few fingers, pulled out a few teeth, and tossed someone out a window.”
 
"Breaking bones, pulling teeth? Sounds like a fun time," Kaydia remarked, smirking over her cup of coffee. Clad in a fitted scarlet dress mini-dress with a short black cape, she looked more like a Vigo's lover than fear assassin. "Why don't you go ahead and count me in on that."

"You?" Tiphane asked, pausing in the middle of cutting her steak. Linora and Quentin also glanced at her, but didn't say anything. "I, just, uh… Not sure this problem requires your talents."

"My talents?" she asked with a bitter laugh, "Is killing all I am good for?" Tiphane didn't say anything, and Kaydia laughed louder. "Maybe I just want to branch out a little. We got people trying to intimidate and shake down prostitutes? I'll handle that."

"You will?" Linora asked, her tone carefully straddling the line between concerned and curious.

"Well, not Kaydia, or Scarlet. Hell, not even as Shadi." Kaydia took another sip of coffee, in consideration. "Nyleia. A fresh new face on the scene. A little naïve, easy going, eager to please. An easy target, one they wouldn't expect to fight back."
 
Tiphane nodded slowly, thinking over the idea. “That could work, yeah.” She laughed, warming to the idea. “Yeah. You’ll just want to remember to make it public. Really public. So word gets around.”

Linora nodded as well, clearly less enthusiastic. “All right. But try not to kill whoever it is, if you can help it.” She picked at her eggs. “We want people scared, not terrified.”

Tiphane rolled her eyes at that. “Teach my granny how to punch while you’re at it, Vigo.” Her grin was impish and enthusiastic. “I like it, Scarlet. Usually I just walk in and bust some people up. Baiting a trap’ll be fun.”

Quentin pursed his lips in thought, then caught Linora’s eye. “Any objections… Vigo?”

“Nothing coherent,” Linora decided. “What about the thieves and welshers?”

“I can look into the thieves,” Quentin volunteered.

“And people not paying up is entirely my department,” Tiphane declared, cracking her knuckles. “Once I get Scarlet set up, I’ll grab a list and practice my dentistry.”

“Good,” Linora said. She sipped her coffee. “Now, for the final agenda item. We need to start building alliances with other Black Sun leaders.” She regarded Scarlet. “Do you think Treyon would be receptive?”
 
"Oh, he was quite receptive last night," Kaydia offered, laughing still, though more fondly this time. She made a show of pulling his business card from her cleavage, before sliding it across the table to Linora. "He invited us to Canto Bight, and not just for round two." Her gaze flickered over towards Quentin for a heartbeat, before finishomg off her coffee.

Linora reached for the card, turning it over between her metal fingers. "Canto Bight, huh. That's either very smart or very stupid of him."

"Why not both?" Kaydia said, tilting her head.

"He always did like gambling with house money," Linora said. "Still, I wouldn't mind making a few friends in the Tapani sector. Especially ones with clean records and dirty habits."

Tiphane finished her steak and pushed her plate aside. "Want me to do some digging on Treyon? Or is this more of a diplomatic mission?" The way she said it made the double meaning clear.

Kaydia shrugged with a sly smile. "It can be both. If he's trying to play us, I'd rather know before he thinks he's won."

Linora met her eyes for a long moment, then gave a slight nod. "Fine. But take someone with you this time. I want eyes that aren't just in bed with the target."

"Well, he specifically asked for you, but it might actually be smarter not to give him exactly what he wants, when he wants it." She stood, gathering dishes into a neat pile for a droid to pick up. "Nor do we want to rush over there so quickly, like we're on his beck and call. We take our time. Clean up our own house. Then, once the scrapes I left all over him actually heal, we meet with him," she motioned towards Quentin then, making her meaning clear. "You arrive a few days later, once we've reached strong position."

Linora glanced between them, cold calculations flickering in her cool blue eyes. Still trying to decide how much she could trust them on their own, perhaps? "It's solid logic. Unless you can sense a flaw we're missing?" That question was precisely for Quentin, because that was his expertise. Plans and schemes and maneuvers. Contingencies upon contingencies. It was annoying, until it saved your fucking life.
 
“Flaws..?” Quentin drummed his fingers on the table, thinking. “Nothing that immediately comes to mind. Having our Vigo send representatives to handle initial discussions before she arrives is good strategy.”

“As is cleaning up our house,” Tiphane added. “We’d look weak if we didn’t.”

“Yeah,” Quentin agreed. “But that name bothers me. Treyon. I’ve heard it somewhere before.”

Tiphane downed the last of her coffee. “I’ll put him on my list. Make a few calls, see what I can find out.”

“When you do,” Linora instructed, “also check into the name Matthias Kel-Var. It’s the name he used when he arrived here.”

“Got it.” She bounced to her feet. “A thing else?” Linora shook her head at the question, and Tiphane nodded. “Come on, Scarlet. Or should I call you Kaydia.” The diminutive brunette headed towards the door with a peculiar gait, sliding her feet along the floor instead of stepping. “I’ll help you set up that new identity…”

Linora and Quentin watched them go. “I can do some digging as well. This Treyon was clearly Force sensitive, so some of my contacts in the Order may have information.”

Linora lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? I thought you left the Order?”

Quentin finished the last of his fruit juice, and shrugged. “It’s not like I sent them a resignation letter. So, may as well use the resources until they figure it out.” He put his glass down. “What have you got going on today?”

She grimaced. “Reviewing the books. Going through a bunch of reports. And…” she checked her wrist chron. “Oh, yes. Meeting the Governor to bribe, cajole, and threaten him into remembering his place.”

“Sounds like fun,” Quentin said as he rose.

“Oh, loads,” Linora said, rolling her eyes. “Wanna trade?”

He looked her dead in the eyes. “No.”
 
Life as a Black Sun assassin had been lonely. No room for friends or lovers as she served the Vigo. Until she killed that Vigo. Now she had a pair of lovers, and others in the Black Sun saw her as a colleague. But Tiphane seemed to be angling for friend –– if not the fourth in their throuple– and Kaydia hadn't decided whether or not she even liked the perky little enforcer. What exactly was the expected etiquette towards her lovers' lover?

"I can handle myself," she explained cooly, not even bothering to answer Tiphane's question.

"Linora said–"

"Linora is your boss; she's not my boss."

Tiphane stopped in tracks. "She's not?" A sly grin curved her lips, "Does she know that?" Kaydia rolled her eyes, and continued past.

How'd I get stuck babysitting your one night stand? She complained to her lovers, drawing on their bond for connection. Truth be told, she was still tender

Be nice. She's very good at what she does. Linora's response carried playful tone, at odds with the cold calculating Vigo she'd been just at breakfast.


The red haze of Mustafar's molten horizon seeped through the plasteel walls like a bloodstain. A low hum of freighter engines and the occasional hiss of steam were the only constants in the industrial slum.

The brothel's sign flickered, "The Ember Rose," casting pink light across the soot-slicked alley. It wasn't a nice place—but the girls had learned to keep their heads down, keep the credits moving, and pray no one noticed them too much.

And today, someone had.

"Nyleia" stood at the threshold of a private room, pretending to be nervous. She wore a soft green wrap dress, cheap jewelry, and just enough smudged eye shadow to say I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm trying. She held a tray with two mugs of caf, hands trembling slightly—believably. She avoided the gaze of the two men as she offered drinks, acknowledging them with quick nods. "Shall I have a couple girls join you in here?"

"You'll do just fine, doll," one man said, wiry with greasy hair and a greasier voice. His partner was tall, broad, with a cybernetic jaw and eyes that clicked softly when they focused. He took a mug and leaned against the far wall, watching with quiet intensity. Both wore matching crimson armbands with a jagged fang sigil—not Linora's colors.

"Both of you, all by myself?" she asked, visibly flinching as the wiry one tugged her dress from her shoulder, and walked behind her, breath hot on the back of her neck.

"Relax sweetheart," he hissed, peering at her cleavage over her shoulder "If you listen carefully and play along, we can all get along nicely. And if not…?" The question hung in the air for a heartbeat, until his partner cracked his neck, loudly and purposely. The man behind her had one arm around her, tugging her face towards him by her chin. "Understood?

Biting her lip, Nyleia nodded.

"Good."
 
“Good,” the wiry one echoed, grinning at his partner. “I knew you were a smart one. Said that, didn’t I?”

“Sure did,” Cyberjaw agreed, eyes clicking as he ogled Nyleia. “Told me she looks smart. Not like some of the stupid whores in this dump,”

“Please,” Wiry protested, peeling the green dress lower. “Prostitute. Whores are the stupid ones, and Nyleia here isn’t stupid.” He ran his grimy fingers over her bare back. “Are you?”

“Course she isn’t,” Cyberjaw grunted. “You even said so.”

“Right, right,” the Wiry one agreed, pulling the rest of the wrap dress away. “So, Nyleia, here’s how this goes. We’re gonna try you out. See what you can do.”

“Like an audition,” Cyberjaw rumbled, as he stepped forward.

“Exactly.” There was a zipping sound as the Wiry one undid his pants. “Make us happy, we make you a job offer. At a real brothel.”

Cyberjaw’s hard, callused hands grabbed double fistfuls of Nyleia’s hair, using them to force her to her knees. “You wanna make us happy,” he rumbled, unzipping his pants. A thick, uncircumcised cock sprang free, and he pushed it against her lips. “Or else…”

“No need to get into that,” the Wiry one laughed, gripping Nyleia’s hips and grinding his naked cock into the cleft of her ass. “She’s a prostitute. She doesn’t need to worry about how we’d go about sending a warning to the whores.”

With a grunt the Wiry one forced his cock into her cunt. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted.
 
Nyleia gasped out as one cock filled her, gripping him with slick walls before he could pull his length back. Trying to determine the ideal mix of naïve and skilled to get these goons to give up their boss. Though, even if she fucked them like a pro, she doubted these two were smart enough to figure anything was amiss. Still, she settled on eager but amateurish, letting Cyberjaw push his dick into her throat, but gagging and choking around his thick head. Just enough to clench hard around Wiry's shaft. And it seemed to be working.

"Oh fuck…" Wiry groaned out, grip on her hips pulling her into each stroke. "How's she treating ya, down there?"

Cyberjaw released her head, just a bit, saliva drooling down her chin and breasts in thick drops. "Not bad. I like how she chokes on my dick."

Finding out how deep this went was probably her best bet. Which, probably meant more cocks balls deep inside her and deep throating yet others. She'd have her hands full with this one – and mouth, and other orifices, most likely.

Moaning around the cock in her mouth, she fell into a rhythm of sorts. Subtly directing the men into sync up their movements, so she could fuck them both, in tandem. Swallowing cock while Wiry retreated, catching her breath when she bounced back into his thrusts. Making an eager slut of herself, believable of a good natured ingénue, willing to do what it takes to satisfy her clients. Ready to impress them, to get invited to bigger and better things.

And yet, as she fondled Cyberjaw's balls, Scarlet knew it would be easy to rip them free, claiming a gory trophy from these two bit goons. Not yet, too soon. Once she was at the center of the scheme, she'd make her bloody presence known.
 
The Wiry one grunted out a gutteral “fuck” as he came, his hips jerking and battering against Nyleia’s ass. Cyberjaw followed a moment later, hands hard and tight in the novice prostitute’s hair as he forced as much cock into her mouth as he could.

“Not bad,” the Wiry one said. “Not bad at all.”

Cyberjaw nodded. “Sucks dick decent,” he agreed.

Wiry grabbed Nyleia’s hair, pulling her around to look at him. “Get is hard again,” he instructed. “Then I’m gonna fuck your ass while my partner tries out your cunt.”
 
On her knees between both men, Nyleia took a cock in each hand. Stroking them both, slowly, before bringing her mouth to Wiry's dick. Still slick with his own cum and her juices, it was easy to swallow his softening length, drawing the blood back Working wet lips over his hardening shafting before switching back to Cyberjaw. The synchronized movements of her hands and mouth made her heavy breast breasts jiggle and bounce.

"Hmm, nice soft hands, steady grip," Wiry noted. When she returned to his cock, his fist tightened in her hair, tugging it to force her to look up at him, "Looks good with my cock in her mouth, too."

Cyberjaw crowded in, "Let's see if she can fix my cock in her mouth too." His thumb, strong and thick, slid into her mouth beside Wiry's cock, and forced her mouth open wider. Keeping her mouth pried open until he could wedge his head between her lips as well. Both men fucked her mouth, alternating for a time, before syncing up to shove as much of themselves inside as she could take. Until she pushed them away, wet gasps drawing in desperate air while both men laughed.

"Oh, she'll be fun train!" Wiry snickered, stroking his shaft as he bore down upon her.

"Or fun to run a train on," Cyberjaw jeered, dragging her up to her feet, and then off ground. His massive hands dug into her thighs as he pulled her closer, pulling her down onto his length as settled unto bench.
 
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