A Fury in Orange and Silver – Ch.2: The Beauty of Darkness
"Here, these should do nicely."
Arkee handed her two small crystals and Ahsoka accepted them with quivering hands. She had left her sabres when she walked away from the order and until a couple days ago, she hadn't expected to ever again hold weapons of the kind she had grown up with. She brought one of the crystals closer to her eyes and admired the iridescence of the little bright stone.
"They're beautiful", Ahsoka remarked, then blushed slightly.
And they came from the person she now most cared about, but she wasn't going to speak those thoughts.
"Now concentrate. You'll find everything you need right here in this room."
Arkee touched a wall and what Ahsoka had thought to be the walls of the small room disappeared into the ceiling, revealing that the room wasn't so small, after all, but filled with many cabinets.
"They all contain lightsabre parts? How did you pay for all this?"
"Oh, knowing a trick or two in the force is useful when going to the casino. Win big a couple times, invest the money and you'll live quite comfortably. If the jedi weren't taught frugality , they'd be owning the galaxy."
She shrugged and looked at the orange Togruta sitting in the middle of the room.
"Not so interesting a story, I'm afraid."
Ahsoka closed her eyes. She needed a weapon, yes, especially if what Arkee had told her about these 'shadows' who were going to come after her was true. Something quick, something nimble ... yet destructive.
One by one, the parts she wanted levitated towards her. Drawers opened and closed and very soon, a veritable swarm of mechanical pieces was zipping around her.
She let go of the crystals in her hand and they joined the swarm.
Finally, the swarm changed from simply flying to having a purpose. Each part slowly levitated to its preordained place and when Ahsoka opened her eyes, two small hilts laid in her lap. She picked them up and gently caressed the cool metal.
"Is that them?"
Arkee who hadn't said anything during their construction seemed almost as excited as Ahsoka.
"That's them", Ahsoka confirmed as she stood up and ignited the sabres.
Beams of pure silver shot out of the slender hilts. She swung her new weapons and watched them happily dance through the air - accompanied by the familiar hum and the usual scent of ozone - and decapitating an imaginary battle droid. Ahsoka laughed.
"They're beautiful!", she repeated, then turned them off, "thank you, Arkee."
Her white Anzati companion smiled.
"Come", Arkee said as she led them out of the room and up some stairs into a larger room, "let's see what you can do with them."
"Wearing this?", Ahsoka protested.
They were both wearing the same kind of black and grey wetsuit Arkee had brought them earlier. They were comfortable, but very effectively accentuated their bodies in all their womanly glory. She could even make out the nipples on Arkee's well formed breasts and ...
Ahsoka blushed and averted her eyes. Was this any time to be thinking about that? Her face turned even redder as she recalled the things she and the white Anzat had done to each other and despite herself, her body reacted to her memories.
Still flushed and biting her lips, she turned towards her friend.
"I mean ..."
Of course her lewd glances weren't missed by Arkee who now was grinning and raised her arms above her head, striking a pose.
"Attack me anytime, darling, don't be shy."
She let her hands slide down the side of her head, over her shoulders and under her breasts, then gently squeezed them.
"I'm always ready for you", she breathed and winked.
Arkee ducked and evaded Ahsoka's swords. Jumping backwards, she laughed.
"That's the spirit! Take me while I'm still helpless!"
Obviously enjoying herself, she dodged another couple of Ahsoka's blow.
"Will you please stop that? I'm embarrassed enough, as it is."
"No need to feel embarrassed, darling", her nimble target teased, "nobody here but us."
Jumping to avoid another flash of silver, Arkee landed behind Ahsoka.
"You could do anything to me and nobody would ever know."
Ahsoka wheeled around and glared at Arkee who had long moved out of range.
"Focus, Ahsoka, focus! I can feel your passion, your desire and the shame you're feeling about them."
She dropped to the floor and rolled to the side to escape another angrily humming lightsabre, then back onto her feet.
"It's wonderful, but it's making you predictable. Calm yourself."
Easier said than done. Her heart was pounding loudly and blood had been constantly rushing to her face.
Ahsoka closed her eyes. What she thought to have known about the jedi may have been a lie, but that didn't mean all of their lessons were.
However, she quickly opened her eyes again and brought a sabre up to block a sudden swing of Arkee's.
"Are you brain-dead?! Don't close your eyes in the middle of a fight!"
Arkee's sabre had a sleek black hilt and almost looked fragile, but the impact was so heavy Ahsoka was catapulted several metres back. When had Arkee drawn that sabre, and from where?
Taken completely by surprise, she barely had time to notice Arkee was already swinging at her again and jumped backwards.
"I've seen too many die because they concentrated on a single target and remained oblivious to the immediate danger around them. Until you have the necessary perception in the force, your eyes will remain open in a battle."
Arkee proved a veritable hurricane with her sword; each of her one-handed blows struck like a hammer with barely enough time between them for Ahsoka to stagger backwards and block the next. She needed to think of something, and fast.
Ahsoka weakened her grip on her left sabre. Arkee took the bait and knocked the sabre out of her hand, but doing so left her own left exposed just long enough for Ahsoka to sidestep her.
"Got ynh-"
Ahsoka who had swung at Arkee was sent flying by a kick into her stomach and crashed into the floor at some distance.
"Very good", Arkee commented, "but careless finish."
Ahsoka slowly stood up. Her arms were heavy and ached from absorbing the strong impacts of Arkee's blows, her hands trembled, she still felt Arkee's kick and she had a difficult time focusing - this was quite different from fighting the mindless battle droids with their easily-deflected blaster shots she had primarily faced in the past.
Oh well, what didn't kill her ...
Her left sabre flew back into her hand and she ignited it. Without saying a word, she charged at the grinning white woman.
Arkee proved quite harsh a teacher. She did not attack as violently anymore, but she mercilessly punished each of Ahsoka's errors with kicks and punches; and when they finally stopped, Ahsoka hardly felt her body anymore. Arkee, on the other hand, looked as if their training session hadn't affected her at all - Ahsoka almost felt envious - almost, because she reminded herself that this strength and endurance must stem from several lifetimes' worth of training, accompanied by a constant fear of a hostile jedi's lurking around the next corner. Ahsoka smiled sadly.
What would Arkee have become if the jedi had been more just in their judgement?
"So, you survived", Arkee remarked as she walked over.
Ahsoka knelt down in front of her executor, theatrically extended her arms and tilted her head up.
"Come to finish the job, monster?"
Arkee licked her lips.
"A sacrifice?"
She reached down and placed her hand at Ahsoka's chin.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
She growled as she bent down to the little orange Togruta offering.
Their faces were now less than a hand's width apart from each other. Ahsoka stared into the grey eyes of the daemon looming over her, these big bright beautiful grey eyes, and felt its hot breath trickling down her throat and into her wetsuit while its presence surrounded her, trapped her, drew her in...
"An easy way out."
So close. So close...
Her heart was beating violently, her breath went wild and she felt dizzy.
Any moment now, she could already feel the white fiend's fangs closing around her neck, sinking into her throat.
Swallow me. Rip me apart.
Arkee's fingers slid down her throat, down her sternum and stopped at her navel.
"No, I don't think so."
Much to the shivering Togruta's dismay, the white beast retreated. She groaned in frustration.
"You're mine - mine to torment until I release you, and I'm not done with you just yet. Now get up."
When Ahsoka returned from the shower, she was wearing thin silver pyjamas. She couldn't look Arkee into the eyes without blushing. Her harmless joke had turned into an awesome fantasy and part of her regretted they hadn't taken it any further - the rest just wanted to bury herself out of shame.
She threw herself onto one of the sofas and watched her golden-haired friend disappear into the bathroom.
Then she stretched, groaned from the pain that was causing her, then took a small remote control from the table and pressed a button. A screen popped out of the ceiling and slowly turned towards her.
Ahsoka had learned that the white room she and Arkee had first … met was not nearly as empty as it had seemed then. Most of the furniture was hidden in either the walls or the ceiling and could be brought forth at will.
Ahsoka yawned. She wasn't really interested in the news but doing anything else hurt.
Speeder accidents, some fraud was arrested, ads for a cultural hocus-pocus of some kind - Ahsoka was just about to drowse off, when ...
"... coming in just now. Only minutes ago, Chancellor Palpatine confirmed that he would suffer – as he put it – the reinstitution of the death penalty if the senate decided in its favour, even if it were to happen against the will of the jedi."
She gawked at the screen in disbelief. Why would ..?
"Several senators had proposed to execute convicted terrorists to make the galaxy a better place and a saver place for the citizens of the republic. When asked how he felt about these proposals, Chancellor Palpatine stated:"
The feed cut to a video of Palpatine.
"Personally, I would deeply regret having to reinstitute the death penalty after it has now been abolished for centuries, and indeed, I have received messages from concerned citizens - and yes, from members of the jedi council as well - urging me to end this discussion and block the bill. But I believe that it is up to the republic, not to a single person such as I to define what is or isn't in the best interest of its citizens. And that therefore, if it is the will of the senate that caught terrorists are permanently removed from our midst, I do not have the right to stand in the way of efforts to make our republic a safer place, even when I myself am doubting the effectiveness of so drastic a step. We must show the people we are taking their concerns seriously, even – and especially – in these troubled times, and therefore, we should at least discuss the ideas presented by the very senators they elected."
The feed cut back to the newsreader.
"Meanwhile rumours are spreading that the 'true reason' the jedi are trying to prevent the reinstitution of the death penalty is to protect one of their own, former jedi Barriss Offee, who is currently detained and awaiting trial on charges of terrorism and treason, related to the bombing incidents almost two months back. Critics complain that the vote due later next week signified ..."
Ahsoka didn't hear the rest. A large picture of Barriss had appeared on the screen; big red letters read 'Barriss Offee: jedi, traitor, terrorist' and although Ahsoka knew that to be true, she still could hardly believe it. Her face looked so gentle in this picture, so peaceful, nothing indicated that she would ever ... that she would ...
"You sure you want to hear this?"
Unbeknownst to Ahsoka, Arkee had returned from her shower, wearing a long white nightgown. She took the control and turned the screen off.
"I don't know why, but these guys hate the jedi with a passion. They never miss a chance to bring up something bad or to spread some 'rumours' about them. They've been using Barriss on an almost daily basis as a means to emphasise that the jedi are not to be trusted."
She looked at Ahsoka.
"You ok?"
"No", she answered honestly, then weakly smiled, "but I will be, thank you."
Terrorist or no, the jedi order would never allow Barriss to be hurt, let alone be executed. Never... would they? Ahsoka thought about how easily the jedi had surrendered herself to the republic and what Arkee had told her about her own past.
They would. And the republic already had Barriss.
Calm yourself, Ahsoka, she reminded herself, the bill is not yet passed. And even if it were to pass, Barriss is not yet sentenced to death. And even if she were to be …
Yes, what then?
Ahsoka was shocked to find that part of her wanted Barriss to be executed. Not for her crimes against the jedi or the republic, but for the betrayal against herself.
How could you, Barriss?! I trusted you. Loved you, even, and you...
She quickly and very forcefully buried these thoughts. Barriss had been her friend much longer than she had been a traitor and Ahsoka refused to believe all their happy memories had been lies.
Sighing, she hung her head. It was no use, getting worked up about things that may or may not come to pass.
Keep your mind here and now, where it belongs.
Ahsoka raised her head and took a deep breath.
Yes, master.
She'd worry about Barriss when she had to, not before.
Just please, Barriss, be alright, she prayed in a last moment of weakness, then forced a bright smile and jumped up from the sofa.
"I'm famished. How about you?"
Arkee slowly nodded. She had been watching the whole scene with some interest and now smiled in relief.
"I'm proud of you", she simply said, then turned and gestured Ahsoka to follow her.
Ahsoka didn't sleep well that night.
She was running down a long dark corridor. No doors, no light, just darkness and the resounding echo of her quick steps. She didn't know why she was running, or what from, but she kept running and running, always knowing that she was too slow, way too slow, and her time was running out, as was 'her' time.
Who was 'she'? What ..?
The walls were coming closer. She couldn't see them, but they were closing in. The faster she ran, the quicker they moved. Soon, the corridor had become too narrow to run and she dropped down and crawled further into the never-ending abyss that was trying to squash her. The darkness swirled around her, tugged at her, first gently, then stronger, and suddenly, Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure black.
When the world stopped spinning, all was quiet, all still dark. In the distance, there were two lights, one green, one white, quickly coming closer.
They danced around her for a while, then took the shape of Barriss and Arkee. How? Why? But the questions didn't matter, nor did the answer to them. The three of them embraced and kissed each other and pure bliss raced through Ahsoka's mind as she let her hands glide through Barriss' black and Arkee's silvery-golden hair. So different, so beautiful, so dear to her. She felt something hard and cold – no, two somethings, one on her back, one on her belly. Just as she looked down to see what it was, Barriss ignited her lightsabre. Crimson light impaled Ahsoka from behind, and as she turned to look at the green figure behind her, Arkee ignited her own sabre. Silver light impaled Ahsoka from the front and horrid, shrill laughter filled her mind. She gasped and stared in disbelief at the grimaces she had found beautiful only instants ago, then her feet refused to carry her. She collapsed and fell … and finally could open her eyes.
The young Togruta was bathed in cold sweat. Her breath was quick and panicked, her heart raced. Eventually, she heard the soft breathing of Arkee's and the gentle touch and warmth of her white friend who was embracing her in her sleep.
A dream. It had only been a dream.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?", she mumbled half to herself, then briefly closed her eyes and forced herself to focus.
No, of course Arkee wouldn't. That dream had simply been a manifestation of her fear, it couldn't have been anything else, she refused to believe it could be anything else, and she could not allow fear to control her.
Ahsoka got up and left the room, leaving the soundly-sleeping Anzat on the big bed. She sat down on the table she had been tied to a couple days back, closed her eyes and meditated.
"Can't sleep?"
Ahsoka reopened her eyes. It was still dark outside. How long had she been sitting here? How long had Arkee been standing there?
"Bad dream", she mumbled.
"Barriss?"
She hesitated for a moment.
"And you."
"Want to talk about it?"
She shook her head.
"No, was just a dream, I'll be alright."
Ahsoka sighed and turned towards her friend with the concerned voice.
"But ..."
She extended her arm.
"... could you hold me? Like, really tight?"
Arkee seemed surprised but didn't say anything. Gently embracing the quivering orange girl, she laid her head on top of her shoulders, pressed her to her chest and started to softly hum. Ahsoka did not recognise the tune but it caused tears to well up in her eyes. Silently crying, she simply listened to the soothing voice - a gentle voice, a caring voice, so very different from her dream.
After what must have been an eternity, Arkee stopped.
"Come", she simply said, "let's play a game, you and I."
"A - a game?"
"I think you could use the distraction."
With that, Arkee winked and released her grip on the Togruta.
"Come", she invited her again, then turned and started walking.
Ahsoka followed her secretive friend down a flight of stairs and into a big windowless room. As soon as they had entered a soft, dull light had spread throughout the empty black room.
Black? This must be the only black room in the entire apartment. Ahsoka was surprised it even existed. It seemed so unlike her friend with the white-fetish to have a black room at all.
She looked at Arkee who was grinning ear to ear.
"Black?"
Arkee nodded.
"Every then and now, I don't mind a break from all the white and grey and silver I'm surrounding myself with. Then I come here and remind myself that darkness has its very own kind of beauty."
Arkee blushed.
"But I haven't had anybody to come here with in ... a long time. A very long time."
Ahsoka wasn't even trying to make sense of what she had just been told, but judging by her friend's reaction, this was not your average dark room. In fact, it was kind of hot in here, and damp, as if they had entered the mouth of a gigantic beast.
"So, what is this place?"
Arkee was fidgeting.
"A bath", she simply said.
"A - "
Suddenly, the room rumbled and a large part of the ground slid away and disappeared into a wall, revealing a pool. The pool had been painted black as well, and had it not been illuminated, Ahsoka could hardly have told the perfectly still water from the floor.
"A bath", she repeated, staring at the black pit.
She knelt down and felt the water. Hot, but not uncomfortable, she could definitely see herself relaxing in here. She stood back up and looked at her white friend.
Her eyes widened, then she looked down at herself. When they had entered the room, she hadn't noticed, but now that their skins were wet from the bath's steam and their sweat, it was kind of hard not to. In the weak light, they seemed to glow through the empty black room. A white star and an orange orange one.
"Ok, I'm impressed."
She marvelled at the illusion, watched their colours flicker across the room.
"This the game you wanted to play?"
Arkee simply smiled in response and Ahsoka watched as the secretive white star hovered back towards the door they had entered. She stopped in front of it and turned back to her.
"You do trust me, Ahsoka?", she asked.
"I -"
What? Why? Why now? What does ..?
Trying to gather her thoughts, Ahsoka swallowed a faint feeling of unease.
Had Arkee at any point during the last few days given her the impression of wanting her ill, Ahsoka would never have stuck around. She had no reason to mistrust her new friend and she felt no malice from her now either.
"I do."
If she had to worry, then she would worry when she had to, not before. That's what she had promised herself only hours ago, and she was not going to give up that easily.
"I do trust you, Arkee", she repeated with a firmer voice, almost as if to convince herself.
Arkee smiled and touched the wall.
"Remember that."
The door that had slid up when they entered came crashing down and the thud echoed throughout the dark room. She waited until it faded, then let go of the wall.
"BC-14-3, lock us down."
Heavy locks snapped into place and moments later, a mechanical voice reported.
"Lockdown complete. Default time limit: four standard hours."
Wha- ? Why? And what kind of bath had its own security system?
"Target species: Togruta, Anzat. Release supplements Orenth-25 and Herf-14"
Target species?!
Ahsoka didn't like the sound of that, but Arkee simply grinned, then everything vanished. The lights had gone out and a heavy darkness swallowed them both, swallowed the pool, swallowed the ground they were standing on, swallowed the entire room. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, just a lone little Togruta girl and the darkness surrounding her.
"Arkee?"
There was a soft rustling, but beyond that, nothing.
"Arkee?!"
Something chuckled at a distance.
Ahsoka closed her eyes – not because it would have made any perceivable difference in what she could see, but it just seemed to help her concentrate.
Arkee was somewhere in front of her, bit at a distance, but her presence in the force was wavering.
"What are you doing?!"
Nothing, and it was making Ahsoka nervous.
"Talk to me! Are you alright?"
Another period of silence.
Finally, Arkee's presence in the force flickered and disappeared. Wait, that wasn't true; she first hadn't noticed because she was so focused on Arkee, but everything she felt in the force was disappearing.
Her montrals informed her that something was encircling her, then they too failed her and stopped making sense. She was now blind, helpless … prey.
Feeling the adrenaline pumping into her veins, she noticed her breath was quickening, as was her pulse. She felt dizzy, all of a sudden.
"You're not going to run?"
Ahsoka flinched. Arkee was ... somewhere. Without the force or at least her montrals that she had relied on her entire life, it was difficult to say, and something was constantly making her lose focus.
A soft growling surrounded her.
"Do - do I have a reason to run?"
She took a step backwards, but where would she run? The room was sealed and the only solid ground to run on was a circle around the pool.
"That's the game, silly. You are the prrrey and I'm the nasty predator that's going to eat you."
Ahsoka took another couple steps back. Arkee was coming closer. Or was she? And where was she, anyway? Why...?!
Her heart jumped and all but stopped beating as she was suddenly embraced by something from behind.
"Gotcha!"
Hot lips kissed her on the cheek.
"You suck at this game."
"Arkee?! What's happening?! Why can't I -"
"Feel the force? Yes, funny thing, that. Used to know a jedi drop-out – oh, ages ago. Very strong in the force, but poor guy couldn't handle the visions the force granted him; apparently saw something so painful he almost went insane. Turned to deathsticks – strong hallucinogens – which he found out deadened his sense of the force for a while, stopped the visions. The jedi could, of course, not train a junkie who was preventing himself from feeling the force, so he left. When I found him, he was experimenting with drugs, trying to create something that would achieve a similar effect without the hallucinations. Eventually died of a drug overdose. He succeeded, though, all that's left is the dizziness you're feeling."
She kissed her again – on the neck, this time - and Ahsoka felt Arkee's hands going for her breasts.
"Don't worry, when he thought it funny to test it on me, I was very relieved to also find out the effects were temporary and quite harmless."
The invisible hands that had cupped her breasts were now moving up towards her throat, where they found the collar of her pyjama top. And as they slowly felt their way down the seam and clasped the topmost button to undo it, another hot kiss hazed her brain.
She reached over her shoulder where her blind fingers found what had to be the gold-topped head of her invisible white lover. Running her fingers through her hair, she gently caressed Arkee who nibbled on her lekku in response and undid another button, and another, then gently tugged on her top. Slowly, the silky fabric slid off her shoulders and fell to the ground, disappearing into the darkness that surrounded them.
Ahsoka gasped. The hot steam that now danced over her exposed skin and played with the rock hard nipples felt incredible - and it wasn't the only thing playing with them. She groaned as quick fingers firmly grasped the little buds on her breasts before they turned their attention to her chest as a whole.
Arkee's naked body felt cool in comparison to the hot steam the bath was giving off, and their sweat was making them slippery. Feeling those erect nipples poking into her back and softly massaging her with every movement of her lover made felt … indescribable. Normally, she would not have noticed such faint caresses at all, but here – robbed of her sight, of her grasp on the force and even of her trusted montrals – she found she was much more sensitive to touch.
She turned and hugged Arkee, kissing the first thing her lips would find.
Collar bone. Not good enough.
Her hands glided over the cool soft back and she was surprised by how fragile Arkee felt in this darkness. In the meantime, Arkee's hands had found her rear and they were massaging it, spreading a tickling feeling on her sensitive skin.
Ahsoka smiled and licked the darkness in front of her, then let her lips crawl up the sleek neck, over the small chin – up, where they finally found what they were looking for.
Their hungry mouths entwined and opened to allow wild tongues to battle each other. Ahsoka brought her hands up to play with the long golden hair she could not see.
So close, and they could not see each other, they could not feel each other in the force - nothing existed, nothing but their flesh, their hot black flesh clashing into each other, and she wanted more, she wanted closer, much closer. Pressing herself into the soft flesh, she drove Arkee into a wall. She hadn't noticed they were moving, nor did she care, all she wanted right now, was to get closer to Arkee.
Without ever stopping to kiss the black white lips, Ahsoka slid her leg in between Arkee's, drove her own body up and violently humped the pristine flesh in front of her into the wall.
More. More!
She groaned.
More!
They had to stop kissing, they needed air. Reluctantly, Ahsoka lifted her lips and immediately, their loud gasps filled the room.
Ahsoka licked Arkee's chin, then sucked on her neck, growling softly.
She hadn't thought it possible, but when Arkee started to squirm beneath her, she felt her hips speed up even more.
You're not escaping me!
Her right hand found Arkee's breast and she gently twisted and pinched the hard nipple.
You're not escaping me! You're not!
Surprising herself with how violently she craved the invisible Anzat, Ahsoka growled again, louder than before.
Arkee twitched and moaned, then shuddered as she reached her orgasm.
Ahsoka stopped and hugged her tightly. She hadn't reached her own peak yet, but she didn't care, she loved the vibrations her weakly moaning lover's twitching body was sending through her own and the soft push against herself she felt with each of Arkee's heavy breaths. She kissed her again and closed her eyes, but the white woman had other plans than to end it here.
Arkee rolled over and pressed Ahsoka against the wall she had been pressing her against. As their bodies separated, Ahsoka felt her licking her neck, almost as if apologising, then the hot tongue moved further down her invisible orange body.
She stood there and stared into the darkness, seeing absolutely nothing. The long tongue had reached her left nipple, and its caress was giving her goosebumps. After a while, it slid under her boob and down her belly, around her navel, into her navel, and out again.
Lean fingers seized her pyjama's pant at her waist and pulled the wet and sticky fabric down. Had she really still been wearing her pants? Had she really been so immersed in her attack on Arkee that she simply ... forgot?
She trembled with anticipation as the hot wet feeling detached itself from her navel and slid downwards and she caressed the slowly sinking head. Arkee's tongue was now only a couple fingers away from her most sensitive spot and she was breathing heavily.
Now. Now!
Tilting her head up, she waited, but cruel Arkee curved – just before her tongue would have reached its target – and went for her leg, instead. Apparently enjoying the frustrated groans of the quivering Togruta, Arkee repeated the pattern a couple times.
Curse you, Arkee, I'm not getting any wetter!
She bit her lip and endured until she couldn't endure it anymore, then grabbed her tormentor's head and violently yanked it into her crotch.
Soft lips spread her own lower lips and finally – finally – the hot wet feeling attacked the place she had been wanting it to.
"By – the – force!"
Passionate moans echoed throughout the darkness. Arkee was very very skilled with her tongue and knew exactly where and how to push her buttons. Hugging her tightly by the waist, Arkee's tongue relentlessly dove into the very depths of her lap.
Ahsoka heard something rip but couldn't focus enough to care. Gentle hands slowly forced her own onto her back and she let it happen. She also let the soft feeling that followed wrap itself around her hands and she didn't fight it when it tightened around her wrists either. Arkee must have destroyed what had been her pyjama's pants and was tying her up with its remains. Ahsoka didn't mind – quite on the contrary – the extra feeling of helplessness in this darkness was very erotic.
"Arkee", she breathed.
"Arkee, I'm -"
Another flick of her lover's tongue replaced the rest of her sentence with another passionate moan.
Fuck, yes!
Ahsoka tilted her head upwards and … nothing. Arkee had suddenly stopped and although her lower body bucked in protest, release was denied to her.
"Arkee? Why dih-"
As suddenly as Arkee had stopped, she resumed her caress, and Ahsoka was quickly driven right back to the very brink she had been at before.
She bit her lips and her body tensed, but again, Arkee stopped just instants before she would have crossed the critical line.
"Why?!", the heavily panting little Togruta wailed into the darkness, that's all she could manage before another hot, wet touch robbed her of her breath.
Her body was aching. She needed, needed, needed, needed, needed her release, and she needed it now, before she was losing her mind.
Grinding her hips desperately, she groaned as the soft torture device in-between her legs continued its work.
Don't stop! Don't you dare to stop! Don't you fucking -
She felt her body tense again. Just a bit ...
"No!", she screamed, "damn you, Arkee!"
Her body was vibrating, shaking in frustration, but it was no use, she was denied another orgasm.
"You cruel schutta! You -"
And it continued.
Asoka howled and cursed. Had she been able to, she would long have shaken off the devious Anzat and rubbed herself to bliss, but the stupid wet cloth that bound her was surprisingly tough. Helplessly, her tired body struggled and jolted, but there was no way out and the darkness in her lap forced her to the very edge again and again and again.
"Please", she eventually broke down, "please, I'm sorry!"
Arkee switched to rubbing and licked her belly once.
"You say something, darling?"
"Please! I can't take this anymore!"
"Hmm ..."
Arkee flicked her tongue across Ahsoka's most sensitive spot and it sent shivers throughout her body.
"Whatever should I do?"
"I'm begging you!"
Her white tormentor feigned ignorance.
"Oh? And what are you begging me exactly?"
Touching Ahsoka lightly, she massaged her crotch.
"Be specific."
Ahsoka hesitated.
"Gemoff", she mumbled.
"Sorry, what?"
Again, the soft tongue flicked across the quivering Togruta's snitch.
"Get me off, please!"
"That's not very specific, is it?"
The darkness started to weakly suck on her mons. She couldn't take any more of this.
There was another instant of hesitation, but she very quickly caved and took a deep breath.
"Please suck my clit, bury your hot long tongue deep in my cunt and make me cum my brains out!", Ahsoka screamed. Any other time, she would now have died of shame, but right now, she couldn't care less, she was done waiting.
Slowly, the wet caress crept down and into her labia, where it found and massaged that little spot between her legs her white lover so adeptly took advantage of to make her feel both, the most wonderful moments and the most dreadful pains.
Which would it be this time?
"Don't stop", Ahsoka whispered as her hips started to softly rock in conjunction with the intensifying caress in her lap.
"Whatever you do, don't stop."
Her breath was wild and rugged, and her mind hazed with pleasure. In-between the moans Arkee tortured from her lips, Ahsoka continued to breathe the word 'please' over and over again, almost as if in a mantra.
There it was again, this dreaded edge.
I'll murder you, Arkee!
Ahsoka bit her lip and tensed up.
If you stop again, I'll murder -
She was flying.
Literally. The very moment Arkee had pushed her over the edge and just an instant before her body realised she was having what might just be the orgasm of her life, crazy Arkee had suddenly sprung to her feet, grabbed her and flung her into the darkness.
Hands still tied on her back, Ahsoka bucked and shrieked mid-air as the long-overdue release wrecked her little body and shredded her mind.
Everything drowned in white pleasure. Her body felt the adrenaline from falling in absolute darkness, but her mind didn't register it; her mind didn't register anything, it was just blank
Wildly spasming she flew for who knows how long before her body described an arc and gravity pulled the twitching Togruta back down. Even if her hands had not been tied, Ahsoka would have lacked the focus to break her fall. Fortunately, she was not required to as she landed in the pool with a loud splash. There, hovering through an unending abyss of heavy liquid, her climax eventually subsided and in its place, a soothing warmth comforted her broken flesh as once again, darkness surrounded her. Fighting to form coherent thoughts, the still-quivering orange girl let her body float up to the surface, where it was embraced and kissed.
"Arkee", Ahsoka said as she regained her breath, "you lunatic."
Long fingers gently stroked her face, then Arkee kissed her again and undid her bounds as she did.
"You wonderful lunatic."
Ahsoka hugged the darkness and was happy to feel her arms close around her Anzati friend. Surrounded by all that hot water, the invisible white body felt almost cold, and Ahsoka loved the chill their embrace sent through her nipples.
Pressing and rubbing against each other, they twirled and danced, more laughing than moaning as their flesh clashed. They didn't bother with touching each other in a particular place or in a particular pattern, anymore, their desires were base, primitive, simple: they wanted more of each other. And more. And more. And although occasionally, one of them would shudder in orgasm, neither of them was satisfied and they quickly continued. Until … it happened.
Ahsoka didn't quite know how to describe it, but as the hot water heated up their bodies and they stopped feeling a difference between the temperature of the water and their own, the boundary between their beings disappeared and their entities ... overlapped, they merged. The darkness melted them down and made them one, fused their very cores together. There was no water anymore, no flesh, no room. Everything was darkness and they were the darkness, they were everything and they were one.
She was tired, and quite likely, it was simply their prolonged exposure to complete darkness messing with her mind, but she didn't care. It felt amazing and more satisfying than anything they had done to each other in this room
After a while, the illusion subsided and eventually ceased, and when it did, neither of them had any strength or desire to continue. Gently embracing each other, they simply floated through the darkness, never moving, never speaking, and enjoyed the simple act of existing.
