To another it might have been terrifying but the once noble Jedi's hands pressing against her throat hard enough to bruise were like ecstasy running through her. Fortunately her smirk was lost amidst moans and soon screams of pleasure as he pounded into her, his hate pouring into her through his movements, his intense gaze, making her feel a pleasure unlike any she'd felt in a long time. She couldn't even help having a small orgasm in the midst of his thrusts, twitching and clamping down around his member as her own pleasure crested even as he seemed to be nowhere near his own peak. Azuria wasn't typically a masochist but this feeling of breaking down a man into what he had rejected the strongest and hated the most all through his own perversions of will was enough that the resultant pain was nothing but wonderful jolts of raw lust to surge through her form.
Then he pulled out, and Azuria did allow herself a smirk in the lull of her arousal as she felt fingers press up against her tight sphincter. Once upon a time the blue haired Sith might have hated the penetration but with so many partners over the years she had come to enjoy the feeling, especially when it so hastened the descent of whomever she was coupling with. She cried out as she felt him push into her, trying to keep her voice ambiguous but unable to keep a note of pleasure from the ensuing cries and wails as he pushed into her, stacking more pains upon her only for them to become the sweetest pleasure as the sensations ran through her mind. She could feel another climax approaching, fueled by not just the physical ecstasy but the imminent knowledge of how utterly his mind would be made hers at the revelation of his downfall by her hands. He would obey and she would have not only a new toy to play with but a new apprentice, a Sith who would someday be able to rule the stars should he survive.
Then he pulled out, and Azuria did allow herself a smirk in the lull of her arousal as she felt fingers press up against her tight sphincter. Once upon a time the blue haired Sith might have hated the penetration but with so many partners over the years she had come to enjoy the feeling, especially when it so hastened the descent of whomever she was coupling with. She cried out as she felt him push into her, trying to keep her voice ambiguous but unable to keep a note of pleasure from the ensuing cries and wails as he pushed into her, stacking more pains upon her only for them to become the sweetest pleasure as the sensations ran through her mind. She could feel another climax approaching, fueled by not just the physical ecstasy but the imminent knowledge of how utterly his mind would be made hers at the revelation of his downfall by her hands. He would obey and she would have not only a new toy to play with but a new apprentice, a Sith who would someday be able to rule the stars should he survive.