A Fury in Orange and Silver – Ch.4: Palpitation
"Good morning, darling", Arkee's joyful voice woke her up.
Ahsoka slowly opened her eyes, then blinked several times.
"Mornin", she mumbled, "crazy Anzat."
She smirked when she saw the bright grey eyes dance with joy.
"Admit it, you wouldn't like me if I weren't crazy."
The white-skinned female kissed Ahsoka on the cheek
"Yes I would", the orange Togruti teen protested.
Grabbing Arkee by the shoulders, she pulled her down onto herself, then rolled sideways until she was on top of her lover.
"Just nowhere near as much."
She leaned down and locked her lips with Arkee's in a soft kiss.
Yes, a good morning indeed. For the first time in months, she had managed to sleep through a night without Barriss' haunting her. She wasn't sure what that meant. Perhaps it was just the bed that was so very soft, here. Perhaps her mind had just been exhausted after the harsh training these past days.
Dreams pass in time, she remembered master Kenobi's lesson to her when she was little.
Yes, perhaps that's all these nightmares had ever been: dreams.
But perhaps …
She quickly suffocated the thoughts before they could surface.
She didn't want to think about dark possibilities, right now. And besides, she noticed, Arkee was sliding her hands up her pyjama top.
Ahsoka giggled when she felt the nimble white fingers cup her breasts.
"Already?! It's morning! I just woke up!"
"No time like it."
They grinned and kissed again, and when they did, Arkee rolled Ahsoka back beneath her.
"Or … are you saying I can only love you when it's dark, outside?", she asked and put a finger in-between Ahsoka's collar bones, "that would be such a waste."
The finger slowly slid down Ahsoka's sternum until it reached the first button on the purple pyjama Crystal had brought them yesterday.
"No, I- "
Silenced by another kiss, she felt the button pop open.
"Good, because if you had answered yes, I would have destroyed this system's sun."
Ahsoka blushed. Another button on her pyjama top popped open.
Oh sure, now she was getting flustered.
Come on, Ahsoka, that was a pretty silly line!
She smiled and looked deep into the silver eyes hovering above her as she let her hands fly through her lover's pale golden hair.
I don't care.
Arkee took her time undressing her orange pupil.
Frustratingly slow, her finger slid down Ahsoka's naked sternum to the next button, then the next, and the one after that.
They never looked away, never broke eye contact as Arkee's hand slid lower and lower, and the lower it slid, the louder and more excitedly Ahsoka's heart thumped.
Already, she could feel the white finger tickle her navel as it crept down, she gasped when the final button of her top was finally undone, and by the time Arkee pulled open the unbuttoned top and her young Togruti tits were greeted by the fresh morning air, she was shivering in anticipation.
With her own clothes, though, Arkee wasted no time and quite simply pulled her top over her head and threw it against a wall.
Then finally – finally! - she lowered herself onto the little orange body.
There were no words in any language Ahsoka knew that would adequately describe the joy she felt when the soft white flesh of her lover pushed into her own as they embraced. Her heart leapt with every kiss; so much, in fact, she felt dizzy.
Arkee carefully pulled Ahsoka's arms out of the unbuttoned pyjama top and this cloth, too, was thrown away. Ahsoka barely even noticed this happened.
Intoxicated by the flowery scent of the shampoo Arkee must have used on her hair, and drunk from arousal, she let herself fall back and surrendered to the feeling.
"You've grown docile, darling", the amused Anzat commented.
"Have I?"
Ahsoka smirked and leaned further back, raising her arms above her head and driving her small breasts upwards into Arkee's.
"I am weak and helpless before you", she theatrically sung, "oh master, mercy! Mercy!"
Playing along, Arkee growled and backed down a bit to kiss the offered tits.
"Fear not, little one", she snarled, "your death will be gentle."
She started sucking on the hard orange buds, and the wet touch of her tongue sent shivers through the young Togruta's body.
Ahsoka caressed her lover's head. The long hair felt smooth, as always, and running her fingers through the silvery-golden strands gave her a lot of joy.
Funny thing, love.
Love?
She smiled. What a crazy world.
Their relationship hadn't exactly had the most normal of beginnings – and in fact, she was periodically doubting her sanity for having allowed it to have a beginning at all – but she regretted nothing. Arkee had shown her freedom. True freedom. For the first time in her life, she could give in to her feelings without the cruel Jedi's telling her it was wrong, without the constant fear of being discovered. No hiding, no secrecy, no need for lies … all that mattered were the moments they spent with each other.
A soft tugging feeling started on her pyjama pants. Ever so slowly, Arkee's tongue detached itself from Ahsoka's nipples and started to sink lower … and lower … and lower. And as it did, bit by bit, her pants were pulled down.
The long wet muscle only ever paused to allow the white lips surrounding it to kiss the orange body, and it paused often, but its target was lower still, and it never deviated from its course. Always hungry, it would soon continue to worm further down.
When she felt the white lips kiss her mons, Ahsoka closed her eyes and dug her Fingers deep into the soft pillow beneath her head, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
"Uh-uh, don't tense up, darling", a beautiful voice reached her through the violent orchestra of her own heart.
"It's too early in the morning to be this tense."
Arkee gently nibbled on Ahsoka's mons, only instants above her most sensitive spot. The white woman's hot breath already caressed it, bathed it in a massage of hot steam, tickling her skin, driving her wild.
"Let go", she breathed, "let go of everything."
The white woman kissed the orange crotch.
"Surrender everything to me."
Ahsoka smiled and loosened her grip on the pillow and was quickly rewarded by a short flick of Arkee's tongue across her clit and she bucked. No sooner had she done so than she felt a soft push in a corner of her mind.
Everything.
They had done this before, Ahsoka knew that if she didn't allow for it to happen, it wouldn't. But she wanted it to happen. It was scary, yes, but only at first, then it would be so very wonderful. Slowly, she let go of her mental defences, let go of everything the Jedi had ever taught her about protecting her mind. And with her soul naked before the hungry white beast eager to devour her, she offered herself.
Ever so gently, Arkee's consciousness invaded her own, penetrated her deeper than she ever could have through bodily contact. Ahsoka felt her lover's silvery mind swirl through her own head, surrounding her, trapping her, drawing her in.
"That's it. Now you are at my mercy."
Very slowly, the white head sunk lower one last time.
"I could make you do anything, now. Anything. How does that feel?"
Knowing the truth behind these words, the little Togruta girl shivered in excitement.
In a way, this was a prolonged version of a mind-trick. It required an initial invitation, but now that Arkee was so beautifully deep within her, there was no escape anymore. If she was commanded to stop breathing, she simply would happily suffocate. If she was commanded to kill, she wouldn't hesitate. To allow somebody this deep into your being, let your soul be so thoroughly violated … Ahsoka couldn't help thinking that it should feel horrible. And yet ...
Intoxicating.
"Yes, I thought it might."
Wait, are you reading my mind again?
She felt Arkee's amusement as she replied.
"Silly girl, you don't have a mind. Not anymore. It's mine."
Finally, Arkee's tongue dove deep into her wet lap and Ahsoka twitched when she felt the hot tongue circle around her long-neglected clit. She gasped, then moaned.
"That's a beautiful reaction. Shall we try that again?"
Stars, yes!
Arkee chuckled.
"Naughty girl."
A soft touch in her crotch started pulsating.
Let me give you what you want, her violator's voice echoed through her – no, their – mind. Does this feel good?
Ahsoka couldn't say anything, she simply gasped and twisted beneath the gentle caress.
Yes … I don't need the force to feel it does, Arkee continued, here, right?
Ahsoka shrieked as pure electricity bolted through her body. Her gasps quickly grew into moans as the nimble white fingers tapped into the very depths of her body and the long soft tongue glided over her little sensitive nub.
Hm … you're ready, her lover's voice echoed, should I'll kill you now?"
Ahsoka hesitated. "To die", that was their code for "orgasm" during this game.
I asked you a question, little one, it's rude not to answer.
"No", Ahsoka whispered.
Her body was aching from excitement, begging for Arkee to continue her sweet torture, but simply losing her mind to bodily pleasure was unsatisfactory.
"Please..."
She gazed down at her crotch and into the beautiful bright silver eyes and extended her arms, waiting for an embrace.
"... come here to me. Let me feel your body as closely as your mind."
After a moment of confusion, the white woman happily complied with her wishes.
"No 'master-killing-her-slave'-play, after all?", she asked as she wrapped her arms around the expecting teen and let her cool hands glide over the naked orange back.
"No", Ahsoka replied, noticing the white female had also taken off her own trousers, "not today."
She pressed Arkee closer to her chest.
"Today, I want it to be just you and me."
Arkee smiled.
"I can live with that", she said, and carefully squeezed Ahsoka's lekku.
She leaned in, and their lips entwined in yet another timeless kiss.
Eventually, Arkee slid one of Ahsoka's legs between her own and began to move back and forth in a slow, rhythmic pattern, grinding herself into the twitching orange girl beneath her. And while she gazed into the hazed blue eyes of her pupil's, she brought up a hand and traced Ahsoka's facial a finger.
"Just you, and me", she echoed, "a Togruta and the Anzat that's fallen for her."
Gradually, her rhythm grew faster and more intense. Matching the pattern, Ahsoka pushed her own lower body up into Arkee's.
Then suddenly, it stopped. Arkee stopped and retreated her mind out of Ahsoka's.
"What's wrong", a slightly frustrated Togruta asked, but before Arkee could answer, the door slid open and in bounced a blue-skinned female with brightly glowing red eyes.
"Good m- ... oh!"
Crystal froze as she saw the two cuddling naked females, then quickly looked down at the ground.
"I'm sorry!", she exclaimed and turned around, "I – er … breakfast! Thought you should – I mean, before the others ..."
"Calm down, Crystal, it's quite alright. Turn around, its not like you'll see something you haven't seen before, right?"
"But … last time there was a wall between us", Crystal mumbled as she hesitantly turned around again.
Arkee grinned and got up, thereby exposing their nude bodies to the flushed Chiss' shy but naughty glances. Ahsoka – still a bit stunned – completely forgot about covering herself up and Crystal's occasional gazes danced across her skin.
The white grin widened.
"Well, you were saying?"
Crystal took a deep breath before she spoke.
"Thought I should wake you before the other guests have eaten all your breakfast."
In a much lower voice, she added: "But I can see you're quite lively, already. I'll … let you get dressed."
Crystal bowed and turned to leave.
"Hang on a moment, I just had an idea."
The Chiss stopped, but only hesitantly turned towards Arkee.
"Please", she said, "don't destroy my dress again. I can take it off myself, if you're impatient."
Ahsoka suddenly felt her head burning. She looked at Arkee, who seemed surprised but highly amused, then back at Crystal, who was heavily blushing and staring at the floor. The memories of a few nights back were still fresh and she couldn't look at Crystal any longer without drowning in embarrassment, so she looked away.
The young Chiss must have assured her a thousand times already that she didn't mind what they had done to her, and although that greatly alleviated the guilt she had felt at first, it did nothing about the profound embarrassment Ahsoka still was soaked in.
Arkee, on the other hand, seemed to have no such problems.
"I won't", she said, grinning ear to ear, "but I can't make any promises for Ahsoka." Crystal's shy eyes sought the young Togruta's.
"D-don't worry … I won't either", Ahsoka assured her.
"Oh."
That sounded almost disappointed.
"Well, uh -"
She coughed.
"What can I do for you, then?"
"Do you know the Zih'Ahri?"
Forgetting her embarrassment, Crystal gawked at Arkee, but after her initial surprise, the air around her grew cold and angry.
"You could have asked me if my skin is blue", she said.
The pupil-less eyes betrayed no emotions, and her voice was calm, controlled, but Ahsoka could feel that the young woman herself was not.
"There's not a girl on Csilla who doesn't know the Zih'Ahri. Do you think just because my parents and I took on names that wouldn't stand out too much outside the Ascendancy and are more pronounceable to your tongues, my mother would let me forget, as if I were a culture-less boor?"
Realising her mistake, Arkee quickly apologised.
"No, I'm sorry", Crystal accepted the apology, "this was uncalled for. I should have more control over my emotions."
She took another deep breath.
"What about the Zih'Ahri?"
"Do you have a music record for it I could borrow after breakfast?"
"Do I have a -"
Crystal's eyes grew wide. There was no more anger in her presence, just pure innocent surprise.
"Don't tell me you intend to – You?!"
She looked at Ahsoka, then back at Arkee.
"You two?!"
Ahsoka had never heard of this Zih'Ahri, nor any idea why Crystal was so surprised.
"I know you Chiss are protective of your culture", Arkee carefully began, "but would that be a problem?"
Still baffled, Crystal let her pupil-less red eyes sway to Ahsoka again, then back at Arkee.
"No! Of course not! No Problem! I'm just … surprised. I haven't seen the Zih'Ahri actually performed and to think that two outsiders … I have to tell dad."
She turned, but again, Arkee put a hand onto her shoulder to stop her.
"No, don't! He has important work to do and I don't want him disturbed."
"But -"
"Please? I'm sure we can manage with just the three of us?"
Crystal hesitated.
"Dad will never forgive me."
She took yet another deep breath, then blushed.
"But if that's your wish, aunty, who am I to deny it to you?"
"I must make preparations!", Crystal declared excitedly, forgetting everything she had said moments ago about being in control of her emotions, "Ch'tra! Shower! Breakfast! Meet me in ball room three as soon as you're ready."
And with that, she stormed off.
Arkee sighed.
"Sometimes, I forget how very proud the Chiss are, even when they grow up outside Chiss territory."
She looked at the confused Togruta.
"Let's hurry. I dread what she'll prepare if she's left to her devices for too long."
"But what is the – what did you call it, Shiahree?"
"The Zih'Ahri? It's a dance."
"A- a dance?"
"A very old dance, to be correct."
"But … why a dance?"
Arkee winked.
"I changed my mind too, darling. You haven't slept so soundly in a long time and it's showing."
"It is? I don't feel much different."
"Oh, but you are. You feel much happier, more relaxed."
A mischievous smile flickered across her lips and she lowered her voice.
"And you're so much more docile when we ..."
Ahsoka blushed.
"I can't bring myself to drag you down into that hole and make you focus on dark things."
She smiled.
"So let's celebrate, instead", she said, "just you and me, our own little special day."
"You're silly", Ahsoka said, but she happily returned the smile.
When they returned from the shower, they found on their bed two long, very elegant gowns, one in white, the other, smaller, in a light shade of blue, both with exquisite golden embroidery.
On the white gown, the embroidery formed a floral pattern, starting at the chest and twirling down the long fabric. On the blue one, the pattern started at the bottom and formed flames dancing up the soft cloth.
Both gowns came with matching long silky gloves, simple flats, undergarments and stockings.
There was a small card next to the dresses and Arkee carefully picked it up, read it and sighed.
"See? That's what I meant", she said and handed Ahsoka the card.
The Zih'Ahri must be danced with the proper outward elegance. Consider these my gifts to you. - Crystal
"She's crazy!", Ahsoka exclaimed, "These dresses must have cost a fortune!"
She gawked at the expensive-looking fabric and felt the embroidery on the blue gown.
"Crazy! I can't wear this!"
Arkee chuckled.
"Wear it. I think it'll suit you. Besides, there's no easier way to make an enemy for life than to give a Chiss the impression that you lack respect for their culture."
"But – "
"Wear it", Arkee insisted, "don't tell me you're not curious about how it looks on you."
"Well ..."
Ahsoka looked again at the beautiful blue gown with the fire embroidery.
"Can't hurt to try it on", she mumbled, sighed and let the towel she had wrapped around her body fall to the ground. Then slowly, she slid into her new clothes.
"How do I look?", Ahsoka asked bashfully.
Her face was red, her heart thumping loudly as she slowly pirouetted for Arkee.
"A dream."
Arkee had been staring at the young Togruta the whole time she had been struggling with the long gown, and now, she skipped over and kissed her.
"A blushing bride, just about to be wed, but with a wild fire burning inside her."
Ahsoka hadn't thought it possible for her head to become any hotter, but apparently, it had been. She was definitely burning, now.
Looking at the ground, she mumbled something that should have sounded like 'thank you', but her voice refused to work properly.
Then it was her turn to stare as the white Anzat slipped into her new gown, which – as Ahsoka noted with a bit of envy – took a lot less time than she had needed with hers.
"Do I look ok?", Arkee asked and pirouetted in much the same way Ahsoka had.
Ahsoka looked at the soft fabric spanning over the white skin and the golden embroidery's gradually merging into the long light hair of the Anzat's. The chest part was a tight fit, beautifully accentuating Arkee's large breasts and the lower parts of the gown with the same kind of A-line cut as her own was happily dancing around the white woman as she twirled.
"Darling?"
Picking up her jaw, Ahsoka shook her head.
"Are you kidding me? 'Ok' doesn't do this justice; you look marvellous!"
Her lover smiled.
"Thank you, darling. Shall we?"
"Sure, but …"
The young Togruta hesitated.
"These dresses, they even have trains. How do you walk with these things?"
Arkee chuckled.
"Slowly."
It was hard not to draw attention, the way they were dressed. Ahsoka tried her best to mimic Arkee who seemed to have not only no particular trouble with her dress but also the capability of gracefully ignoring the impolite stares from their surroundings.
"Stand tall", her teacher whispered, "think yourself royalty, you're above them."
"That seems a very arrogant position to take", Ahsoka whispered back.
"Oh it is", Arkee grinned, "but it beats being embarrassed."
And it was working. After a while, Asoka didn't even notice the stares anymore.
"This feels weird", she mumbled, "but ..."
But she liked it. She was ashamed to admit it, but gradually, she started to enjoy looking down on the scum surrounding her; she liked feeling superior.
A glance at Arkee told her she didn't need to say it, the white Anzat already knew.
"My naughty, naughty girl", she remarked, "have the Jedi taught you nothing of humility?"
"They tried", Ahsoka answered with a sheepish grin of her own, "they failed. And my new master is more fun."
"So what kind of dance is this Zih-Hary?", Ahsoka asked as they sat down to eat, "and why is Crystal so excited about it?"
"Well, I expect she's just happy to see some display of Chiss culture on Coruscant, and curious about the dance itself", Arkee answered.
I haven't actually seen the Zih'Ahri performed, and to think that two outsiders …
Ahsoka shook her head.
"How can you know a Chiss-dance Crystal doesn't?"
"She didn't say she didn't know it, just that she hasn't seen it. An important difference, as you've witnessed her pointing out. She grew up here on Coruscant."
Arkee smiled at the confused Togruta.
"I was very young, even by human standards. The dance already was archaic then. My master had made a friend out of a Chiss and was invited to his wedding. As his padawan, I too was allowed to attend."
The grey eyes grew calm, distant, as the old Anzat recalled her memories.
"Awful company. I was still inexperienced in the ways of the force, but even I could feel the contempt with which the other guests looked down on us non-Chiss nuisances. My master didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, but I remember I was very frightened."
Arkee smiled.
"And then there she was, this newly-wed girl. Long white gown, bright red eyes, pristine blue skin and radiating so much joy it drove away all the ill feelings that had surrounded me. I didn't know much about the Chiss, but she was the most beautiful thing I would see that day."
Ahsoka felt a gentle tug at her left hand. Slightly confused, she let Arkee use the force to pull her arm up and extend it across the table.
"She offered her hand to her husband, and he took it."
To match her narration, Arkee extended her own right arm and gently grasped Ahsoka's hand with her own.
"They bowed, and she twirled into his arms. They looked each other in the eyes. She put her hand onto his chest – right here."
Arkee pointed at her sternum.
"And he stepped back, breaking her balance, and picked her up. Then while carrying her, he began to dance through the room. A simple dance with a periodical spin. Around me, the crowd erupted into chants but the dancing couple only had eyes for each other, and I only had eyes for them."
The white woman chuckled.
"I'm afraid my own exclamations of joy when they finally kissed and ended the dance weren't quite welcomed by the Chiss around me, and I don't remember what I said, but after they had overcome their initial surprise, the couple smiled and bowed to me."
The grey eyes flickered softly.
"Oh, it was beautiful. I sneaked away from my master and bothered the groom so long until he finally taught me the steps. I even tried to mind-trick him into dancing it with me, when he refused, but I of course lacked the knowledge to pull it off successfully, and all it did was amuse my master who later did scold me for my attempts."
Ahsoka smiled, she could picture a mini-Arkee repeatedly waving her small hand in front of a smiling Chiss and growing increasingly frustrated. Even in her mind, it was just adorable.
Noticing the smile, Arkee blushed. Slightly, but she did.
"Well, that's the story. I've been dying to dance this with somebody ever since."
"Why wait so long?", Ahsoka asked, "I can't be the only person you ever got close to in 15 centuries."
"You aren't", Arkee confirmed, and although Ahsoka had expected this answer, she felt a bit jealous, "but I did try my best to remain professional with most of my students. You are the first I ever felt comfortable with asking this."
Her initial jealousy gave way to a stronger mix of pride and embarrassment.
"So what do you say?", Arkee asked, more shyly than Ahsoka had ever seen or expected to see her, "will you dance this dance with me?"
Ahsoka nodded immediately. After Arkee's confession, she would have agreed to most anything the strange Anzat could have asked of her.
"Crazy Chiss!", Arkee mumbled.
Ahsoka didn't even manage that much, she simply gawked.
Flowers! Flowers everywhere! More flowers than she had ever thought existed on Coruscant, a planet that had always been a cold and lifeless concrete dump to her.
The tables and chairs along the walls, the expensive-looking carpet beneath them, the wooden dancing floor, everything, everything was drowning in fragrant petals of red and white, augmented by the gold of the flowers stamens and pistils. There were small wreaths on the tables, bigger ones hanging at the walls or from the ceiling and the very air was heavy from the scent of a thousand blossoms.
On their way to ballroom three, they had noticed the many people running through the corridor, carrying this, carrying that, but mostly flowers. They had wondered what this meant, and now they were staring at the source of all the fuss: Crystal.
The young Chiss was wearing an elegant dress in black and purple and happily hummed as she placed yet another grossly oversized spray of flowers and did a small dance of her own.
"Tell me, darling", Arkee mumbled slowly, "how much time have we given her?"
"A-Almost two standard hours", Ahsoka answered. Her mouth was saying it, but her mind still refused to believe it. For a while, the two females just silently stood there.
Upon seeing them, Crystal turned to the people that were helping her set up, thanked and dismissed them politely, then skipped over to the stunned couple for which she had orchestrated all this.
"You're a bit early", she greeted them, "but the music should be here shortly."
"Don't .. don't you think you might be overdoing it? ", Arkee asked carefully.
"Well.. ."
Crystal looked around.
"Perhaps a tiny bit", she admitted, "can you blame me?"
Arkee sighed resignedly.
"No, thank you, Crystal, it's very beautiful."
"How-", Ahsoka finally broke her stupor, "how did you do this in less than two hours?!"
"Oh", Crystal waved her hand dismissively, "I just called in a few favours, got a bit of help. Was no trouble at all."
"A few ...?!"
Ahsoka gawked at the crazy Chiss again. A sea of flowers on a world where none grow naturally, brought all the way down to this level in under two hours, what kind of - on second thought, Ahsoka didn't want to know.
"Don't worry, I'll soon be owed new favours."
Crystal smiled secretively, then slowly circled around the other two females.
"Now let me get a better look at you. Do they fit well? Are they comfortable?"
"Hm? Oh, the dresses! Yes, they are, thank you, they are very beautiful."
"That's good. Kappa will be so relieved to hear that. First told me it was really hard to find fitting dresses based on your wetsuits' sizes and my descriptions alone. And so quickly."
Ahsoka decided she wouldn't ask just how Crystal had managed to get the dresses into their room that quickly, she doubted she would have received a satisfactory answer, anyway.
"But is it alright for us to have them?", she asked instead, "Weren't they expensive?"
"Bah, money!"
Yet again, Crystal dismissed the question with a wave of her hand.
"Who cares about money when you can use it for people you like? They fit you, they suit you, you should have them."
Not the answer Ahsoka had expected, but interesting nonetheless. She would need to ask Arkee just why Crystal and her father were living down here when she could afford to take that kind of position, but for now, she just sighed like Arkee before her and thanked the enthusiastic Chiss.
They waited for a few moments longer, then the doors opened and in came a slim green-skinned Twi'lek female, carrying a box that was much too large for her.
"Ah, there you are, Miyara!", Crystal ejected, then hopped over to greet her.
The girl called Miyara set down the box - quickly, but carefully, and huffed.
"Seriously, anybody else asked this of me, I'd have turned her down", she complained, "you have any idea how heavy the darn thing is?! You know its hover unit is broken!"
In response to her complaints, Crystal hugged her green friend.
"Don't be like that", she said, "you know I appreciate it."
The blue-skinned girl smiled and leaned closer.
"Have I ever failed to show my appreciation?", she asked softly.
Miyara blushed and averted her eyes to escape the gentle red balls of fire that were burning into her.
"N-No", she stammered, "you've always been very kind to me."
Crystal kissed the green female on the cheek.
"And I will be again", she said, then let go of her, "Now come, you should meet them."
Ahsoka and Arkee looked at each other. Neither fully understood or believed what they had just witnessed.
"The white elegance wrapped in silver is Arkee, the orange fire contained in blue is Ahsoka", Crystal introduced them, "Aunty, Ahsoka, meet Miyara. She's agreed to be your personal music box for today."
"Don't let her protests fool you, she's dying to play for somebody other than me", Crystal whispered as they watched Miyara set up.
The instrument Miyara produced from the box she had brought was surprisingly small - way too small to justify the box, actually, but as Ahsoka learned but instants later,
the "box" really was an amplifier for the instrument that looked a lot like a violin, and was played with a bow, too, but that was also producing the sound electrically and that had lots and lots of buttons all over it and the bow.
"Built it herself", Crystal continued, "and she's a true magician with it."
Miyara started a quick training sequence, and at first, Ahsoka was disappointed.
So what? It's a glorified violin.
She turned to Crystal who was grinning ear to ear and gestured for her to wait.
After a while, another violin joined in, then another and another, soon Ahsoka was gawking at a one-girl orchestra.
"She can store and replay tunes and patterns and manipulate them as they are replaced", Crystal explained, obviously satisfied with Ahsoka's expression, "I wish I could play it, but I'm afraid I lack her focus."
There was a touch of envy in the young Chiss' voice, but a lot of admiration, too.
"Let me make you one more gift, before you begin", Crystal said, with a slight quiver in her voice.
"You don't have to – ", Arkee started, but Crystal cut her off.
"I don't, but I want to."
Crystal led the both of them to a table upon which laid nothing but a small golden cup, a knife and a small pot out of which grew a single delicate-looking flower with a surprisingly robust peduncle.
The young Chiss affectionately caressed its soft black petals that contrasted beautifully with the light blue of its stamen and pistils.
"Isn't she beautiful?", Crystal asked, "In your tongue, I like to call her Bloodbloom. A crude translation, but it'll do. She's a native to Avidich, but we managed to bring her to Csilla as well. She's served as a reminder of the home I've never seen with my own eyes for almost six years, now."
Crystal picked up the small golden knife and pointed at the soil with it.
"There are small capsules in the ground where she stores a liquid to drink from when she's getting no other sustenance. When she is cut, that liquid is mixed with pollen and the resulting nectar is ejected up the hollow peduncle to attract small creatures that would spread it … or larger ones like us, who would drink it."
The blue female smiled softly.
"It's really quite delicious. They are usually harvested after three months, but ..."
She sighed and gently stroke the black petals, as if the flower was a pet.
"I couldn't bring myself to do it. She's from Csilla, she deserved better than to die for a quick and pointless drink and I was quite fond of looking at her."
Her grip on the knife grew firmer, and before either Arkee or Ahsoka could stop her, she used it to prick her left index finger. Red blood quelled from the wound and Crystal extended her hand and let it drop into the black blossom.
To their amazement, that caused the blue stamen and pistils to start glowing.
"Oh yes, she's a tricky little thing", Crystal explained, "Her black petals attract no food, but her blue internals, that's what's drawing her curious prey into a deadly trap."
Then suddenly, the young Chiss started talking to the flower in what must have been Cheunh, her native language.
"What is she saying?", Ahsoka asked.
"I'm a bit rusty", Arkee answered, "but hang on..."
After a short pause, she slowly translated.
"Drink, my dear. For many years … you've lightened my heart with your … presence. Forgive me for keeping you this long, you must be tired. I promise ...that ..."
Arkee repeated a word to herself, then continued.
"... that when you're done drinking, you may finally rest. These two – "
Arkee stopped again.
"I didn't understand what it is we were doing", she admitted, "but I guess she's said we're going to dance."
After listening to the next sentence, she continued.
"And I think it's a worthy use for you ... though I will miss you dearly."
Ahsoka noticed that although Crystal's voice betrayed no emotion, there was a faint glimmer in her pupil-less red eyes.
Tears?
While Ahsoka was still contemplating on whether she should stop Crystal, the Bloodbloom seemed to have already made that decision and stopped glowing.
Crystal continued to talk and Arkee tried to translate as best as she could.
"Done so soon?"
The young Chiss hesitated a moment, bowed down and kissed the delicate black petals.
"Thank you. Now sleep ... and know that you served a higher purpose."
There were definitely tears in Crystal eyes now, and – Ahsoka noticed – in her own as well. She wanted to stop Crystal, but by the time Arkee was done translating, it was already too late. With a single swift stroke, the sharp knife cut through the peduncle and moments later, a clear liquid erupted from the wound and Crystal skilfully caught it in the cup she had prepared.
After the fountain had dried up, Crystal brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip, then passed it to Ahsoka.
"Now you two. Drink."
Ahsoka looked at the small cup in her hand and the clear liquid it contained. She should have said something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. So she silently took a gulp. Crystal hadn't been lying, it was quite delicious.
She passed the cup to Arkee who also drank from it and passed it back to Crystal.
The Chiss took another sip and passed it to Ahsoka again, and so they continued until the cup was empty.
"It's not alcoholic", Crystal remarked, "but you will eventually feel bit of an effect. Don't be scared by it."
The blue Chiss smiled as she put down the empty cup. She took the flower she had cut and stuck it into her hair. Ahsoka noticed it had changed colours; its stamens and pistil were now black and its petals a soft purple.
Ahsoka looked at her. There were no signs of regret on her face, no indication of the tears she had seen earlier. Either Crystal had truly calmed down or she was now composed enough to hide it well.
"Ch'tra!", Crystal interrupted her thoughts, "May the gods bear witness to your dance and judge the sincerity of it."
Crystal's strange remark still in her mind, Ahsoka's heart was thumping loudly as she walked onto the dancing floor. She must be crazy to attempt a dance she knew almost nothing about, but she trusted Arkee.
Bow, offer hand, wait for her to take it, twirl towards her, place hand on chest, she repeated to herself.
Arkee had promised to take care of the dance from there on.
Still, she was nervous. Arkee seemed calm as usual, but Crystal, Crystal stared at them with big, excited eyes and she could feel her ruby gazes pierce her skin.
Miyara started playing with a single soft and slow voice.
"Ready darling?", Arkee asked.
Ahsoka nodded, and although her body was quivering, she managed nice enough a bow and extended her hand for Arkee to grasp.
"Remember", her mentor said as she took it and Ahsoka started spinning, "once we start, we mustn't break eye contact until we kiss and end the dance."
Ahsoka completed her last spin, satisfied with how she had managed to spin without stumbling, and put her hand onto Arkee's sternum.
Her eyes widened in surprise. Arkee, it seemed, was nowhere near as calm as she had appeared, for her pulse too was racing.
She looked up into the grinning Anzat's silvery eyes.
"Appearances, darling", her partner commented, "you still have to work on maintaining yours."
Miyara mixed in the first two additional voices and the music grew more solemn.
"What now?", Ahsoka asked.
"Lean into me, relax, let me show you why Zor calls me his little fly... "
Gently, the force lifted the both of them off the ground – no more than an inch – and Arkee moved both of them like puppets on strings. Slowly, they began to move in sync with the music. And the dance was rather simple, too. Two steps, followed by a rotation, that was the pattern repeated over and over again.
After a while, Arkee sat them back down onto the floor and Ahsoka was happy to find she had no particular trouble to follow the pattern by herself.
"This is a lot easier than I expected", she admitted.
"It is, isn't it?"
Arkee grinned mischievously.
"Almost too easy. Let's make a training session out of it. I want you to lift yourself off the ground. Dance without touching the floor. "
"Are you sure? I -"
"Just do it, darling. You broke our fall from stars know how far up. Certainly, you can manage an inch? And keep your eyes open and focused on mine."
Ahsoka slipped the first few times she tried, but Arkee was always quick to pull off a move that hid the mistake and faked an intentional maneuver. After a while, though, Ahsoka figured out just how much she's had to pull and where for everything to work out.
"Very good", her teacher commented, "now, follow me."
Gradually, Arkee increased the height at which she herself was hovering and Ahsoka did her best to match it. Before long, they were dancing through the air as if on solid ground, soon higher, soon lower, twirling through Crystal's sea of flowers.
Ignoring Crystal's and Miyara's initial exclamations of surprise, Ahsoka lost herself in the depths of Arkee's eyes. There was no warning, nothing that would have told her, this would happen, it just did. Something magical drew her away, far into Arkee's grey eyes, so deeply, there was simply no more room for anything else.
She let go of her thoughts; they didn't matter anymore. She forgot where she was and why. She forgot Crystal and Miyara existed. She forgot the flowers. She even forgot what she was doing and her body all but danced on its own.
All her thoughts, everything she felt, was fixated on her dancing partner with the wonderful silver eyes.
"I never noticed how blue your eyes are, darling", Arkee remarked, "I was in your head, I basically swallowed you whole, and I remained oblivious."
"It … it's happening to you too?"
"Oh yes … yes, there's definitely something happening. And I want it to."
"But why ..."
Why what? What was she going to ask?
Ahsoka raised her hand and gently caressed Arkee's cheek.
Did the question really matter?
What question? Was she going to ask something?
"Bloodbloom ...", Arkee mumbled
"What?"
"I don't know, did I say something?"
Ahsoka laughed and let her fingers glide over her lover's cool skin.
"I can't remember! I can't think! You're so beautiful! And your eyes! Stars, your eyes!"
Unable to look away, Ahsoka was pulled even deeper into the silvery abyss.
"I'm drowning, darling!", Arkee exclaimed, "Drowning! There's so much of you!"
She too started laughing.
"This is wonderful! Drown me, darling!"
Ahsoka later couldn't recall for how long they had remained in that state, but eventually, their heads cleared up a bit and Crystal's gentle voice reached them.
"Zih, zih, AH-reeh!", it was singing and it repeated the words over and over again, "Zih,zih, AH-reeh! Zih, zih, AH-reeh! ..."
"What is she singing?"
"Zih'Ahri, a ten thousand years", Arkee explained, "an ancient Chiss dialect traditionally used for this dance; she's praying for our happiness to last that long."
"We - we won't last ten thousand years", Ahsoka mumbled in trance.
Arkee chuckled.
"That's the point, darling."
She placed her forehead on the little Togruta's and smiled.
"But it's funny, you know?"
"What is?"
"I originally started to collect Jedi drop-outs as some kind of juvenile 'screw you' towards the Jedi Order. Most didn't interest me much, I just wanted to prove that they were worth something and hoped they would confirm that walking a silver path without succumbing to the dark side was possible. But you … with you, everything was different."
Her voice grew softer.
"I cried when I learned what had happened to you. More than anything, I wanted to find you, hug you, and when I did … I couldn't help myself."
The silver eyes glittered gently.
"I am the predator", Arkee growled, "I! And you are the prey."
She playfully scratched at Ahsoka's back with her finger nails and whirled them around more violently.
"Although I do not hunt, these are the roles nature has ordained for us. I never tasted what my species call the soup, I never felt the addiction of my people … until now."
The last two words had been but barely more than a whisper.
"You are the soup I never knew, darling", she continued, "my very own personal addiction."
Ahsoka hadn't expected this, but hearing it gave her a warm feeling.
"If I am", she answered softly, "you are welcome to feed on me anytime."
While the white woman had spoken, the two dancing females' lips had grown ever closer, and already, they could feel each other's breath on their skin.
"I want to kiss you, darling", Arkee whispered.
"You are the predator."
Ahsoka smirked.
"Never ask for my permission, just do it."
And the Anzat did.
As the hungry white lips grasped her own, Ahsoka finally allowed her eyes to close, immersing herself in the soft feeling that gently forced her mouth open to make way for another kind of soft feeling to push into her.
"Zih'Ahri a Ki-Marad!", Crystal all but shouted as the two dancers kissed.
"A ten thousand years", Arkee explained as their lips eventually parted again, "and beyond death."
She hugged the orange teen tighter and kissed her again.
"It seems, darling, we'll be happy for a long time."
Ahsoka grinned.
"Kiss me again and I know I will be."
Smiling, the old Anzat complied.
"That – was – amazing!", Crystal commented, "Your dancing technique could be improved, but I never expected you to fly! And you seem so natural, together."
The young Chiss was fidgeting so much, it could almost be called dancing.
"I want to marry too, now."
Confused, the both of them looked at each other, then back at the Chiss.
"What do you mean, 'too'?, Arkee asked.
"Why, like the two of you just did, of course. There's no way I'm marrying the boring modern way, now. I certainly won't be able to fly, but ..."
"Hang on a moment, Crystal", Arkee interrupted her, "Could you remind me what the Zih'Ahri is, exactly?"
Crystal tilted her head.
"What it is, exactly? I don't understand, but … it's an ancient wedding ceremony, of course, during which it is said the gods bind the souls of the performers to each other. It's gone out of fashion a few centuries ago, as fewer and fewer people believed in gods, but due to its romantic nature, it's making a frequent appearance in folklore."
Stunned, Ahsoka looked at the white woman to her side... and laughed. And laughed! How could she not?! For the very first time - and quite possibly the only time she ever would - she saw her teacher, her usually so composed lover, completely shocked and in a state of utter surprise and embarrassment.
"You ... didn't know?! ", Crystal asked.
Her red eyes had grown wide and she was gawking at the blushing Anzat and the laughing Togruta.
"Well, that explains a lot", Arkee mumbled, "I thought it was just a wedding dance."
Crystal clasped a hand over her mouth.
"I'm … I'm so sorry! I - I thought-"
Arkee raised a hand to stop her.
"What's done is done", she said, then turned to Ahsoka. "Darling?"
"I -", Ahsoka started, but immediately fell silent in surprise.
"What are you doing?!"
She watched in disbelief as the proud Anzat bent the knee and sank down in front of her.
"Well, I guess usually, this is done in reverse order", Arkee said, heavily blushing.
The Force pulled Ahsoka's hand forward and Arkee grasped it.
"But there's hardly anything usual in our relationship, is there?"
She smirked and looked up into Ahsoka's eyes.
"So, darling ... will … will you stay with me until fate destroys either of us?"
Rendered speechless by the shock, Ahsoka couldn't do anything but stare at the white woman at her feet and for a moment, time itself simply froze.
Although the hand that grasped hers felt calm, controlled, Ahsoka knew that to be a facade. She could feel a veritable storm of emotions within the kneeling female, even though her outwards appearance would never have revealed that fact.
She was envious of Arkee's ability to control her body, for she herself was shacking from all the adrenaline shooting through her own, and her mind ran wild, creating a firework out of her shredded thoughts.
What?!
"Please don't make me ask again, it was embarrassing enough the first time."
Slowly, Ahsoka's opened her mouth, but nothing came out of it but air.
She waited a moment, then she tried again. This time, her vocal chords obeyed, though her voice quivered as she spoke.
"A-Are you asking ..."
"I am."
"And this … I mean … seriously?"
"Yes."
Ahsoka's chest was hurting. Her breath was quick and shallow and her heart was thumping so hard as if to break her rips.
This was crazy! Crazy! They had only known each other for a few months! They were both females! They weren't even the same species!
She gazed into the expecting silvery eyes beneath her … and smiled.
Yes, they were quite insane. But it was a good insane, a happy insane.
"I - I … I …"
The hammer in her chest struck with every syllable her lips formed.
"I will", she wheezed, "now stand up and kiss me before my heart gives out!"
As the noticeably relieved Anzat raised and approached her, she caught a glimpse of Crystal. The young Chiss had tears in her eyes again, but of a different kind than before. Her heartfelt smile left no room for error, these were tears of joy.
Hours later, the two females returned to their room.
Crystal had insisted on teaching them a Chiss dance that really was just a dance.
They had drunk some kind of tea with biscuits – Ahsoka almost lost a tooth until Miyara mentioned they were meant to be macerated in the tea – they had talked and laughed a lot … but only now that they were alone and it was finally quiet, did Ahsoka truly realised what she had done, today.
"So … I have a wife, now", Arkee remarked matter-of-factly.
There was a moment of silence, then they both started chuckling.
"Sounds silly, doesn't it?"
"Definitely", Ahsoka agreed.
Still, perhaps it was good, like this? A fresh start, a new life …
Ahsoka smiled, but her smile grew bitter.
"Say … do you think we could leave Coruscant?"
"Hm? Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know … it's just … there are many memories, here, I would prefer to forget. The Jedi … my old masters ..."
Barriss' betrayal.
It still hurt, thinking about Barriss. The one friend she had trusted completely, unconditionally...
Ahsoka shook her head.
"Just take me away. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere far from the Jedi … perhaps outside the republic? I would love to see Crystal's homeworld."
"Csilla?"
Arkee raised an eyebrow, then grinned.
"A bit cold a honeymoon location. Most people would choose something warmer."
Ahsoka blushed and looked down.
"That's beside the point", she mumbled.
The white Anzat chuckled in reply.
"I know, darling, I know. Zor should be able to get us off Coruscant without the Jedi's knowing and then … just the two of us and the stars."
A smile flickered across the young Togruta's orange lips.
I would like to believe that.
Carefully, Ahsoka folded her clothes and put them into a basket in the wardrobe, then reached for a fresh Pyjama.
"What are you doing, darling?"
Her partner embraced her from behind and snuggled her head into her sensitive lekku. They were both naked, and Arkee's body felt both, cool and hot, at the same time.
"Don't you know what follows a wedding?"
"W-What follows it?", Ahsoka asked, her heartbeat growing louder with excitement.
"A wedding night", her lover whispered and kissed her lekku.
"Come, my darling wife", Arkee continued; she obviously enjoyed emphasising wife, "I will give you pleasure until you scream for mercy … and then some."
Her face was flushed red, but Ahsoka allowed the woman behind her to gently lead her towards the bed, where she was turned around, kissed and then pushed down onto the soft mattress.
She slid up a bit so her whole body was on the bed and in doing so, bumped her montrals against something.
"Hm? What's that?", Arkee asked
There was a small rectangular box lying on the bed and a card on top of it. Arkee had crawled on top of Ahsoka, so she was in a better position to pick it up.
"My apology for an interrupted morning", Arkee read aloud, "and signed by 'C'. What's the crazy girl come up with, now?"
She opened the box with one hand … and grinned.
"What is it?", Ahsoka asked. Lying on her back beneath Arkee, she couldn't see into the box, but that grin sent shivers down her back.
Without saying a word, Arkee reached into the box and pulled out a small black harness. On one side of it, there was a blue plug of some kind, held in place by a strap. At the front of it, there was a small mechanical plate from which extended something long, blue and … phallus-shaped?
"That, darling, is going to make this night very interesting."
Arkee's grin widened.
"See?", she pointed at the plug on the inside, "that plug is going into me."
She tapped at the plate.
"And this will control it and make sure I'm well-stimulated whenever I move. Whereas this part ..."
Her pale finger slid down the full length of the toy before she continued.
"... this part, will drive you crazy."
She looked at the young orange female beneath her.
"That is, unless you want to change roles?"
Ahsoka looked at the thick blue dildo. She had experimented with insertions before, of course, but had used nothing that was larger than her fingers. The thought of being impaled on the blue toy was scary … and exciting. To be pushed down into the bed or against a wall while that … thing penetrated deep into her ...
She shook her head.
"Y-You are the predator", she answered, trying her best to hide her anticipation, "never ask my permission, just take me."
Arkee licked her lips.
"Excellent answer, darling."
The white Anzat reached into the box again and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Then she crawled down from the bed and stood up.
She applied some lube to the internal plug and gasped when she pushed it into herself. After she had fastened the harness' straps, she started lubing up the longer part with which the little Togruta was going to be violated. Ahsoka watched her closely.
"Don't worry", Arkee offered, "I don't know whether your species has hymens, but even if they had, you would have torn yours a long time ago with all these Jedi acrobatics. This shouldn't hurt."
Satisfied, the white woman eventually stopped, grabbed Ahsoka by the ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.
"Of course I'll also make sure you're sufficiently wet and ready."
She knelt down kissed Ahsoka's leg.
"Although by the looks of it, you've almost taken care of that yourself. Judging by the wetness down here, you're very eager to try this out, aren't you?"
Ahsoka didn't answer but blushed instead.
Arkee chuckled. She kissed the orange leg again, then gently suckled on it as she let her lips crawl up towards Ahsoka's crotch.
Ahsoka closed her eyes and tilted her head away. When she was pulled to the edge of the mattress, her arms had been pulled above her head and she had left them there. It almost felt as if she had been chained to the bed and the idea aroused her greatly.
Gently, the white beast's hot claws were pulling her legs apart, spreading her open.
She didn't have time to feel embarrassed about that because the very next moment, The long wet tongue that had slid across her skin slipped into her nether regions where it found her little lust-centre and wrapped itself around it.
She fought it for a moment, but when Arkee gently sucked on her clit, she could do nothing to prevent a moan from escaping her.
"Hm … you really are much more docile when you're happy", the hungry Anzat teased.
There was no time to come up with a witty reply for already, the long wet feeling tapped into her lap again.
Ahsoka arched her back and moaned, but her assailant had other ideas than to get her away with just that. Hugging her at the waist, the white beast started to eat her and though the helpless Togruti prey would flail, that's the most it could do.
"Arkee!", Ahsoka screeched, "I – I can't … I -"
But the soft quivers of her body only spurred her lover on. She grabbed the first thing her hands found – a pillow – and hugged it tightly, then her world turned white.
The heavily breathing weak Togruta teen looked up at the grinning Anzat that was looming over her. She had seen the glistening white body many times. The long light-golden hair, the gentle but mischievous face, the soft tits … this time, though, something alien was threatening her; a long blue spear where her lover's snitch should have been.
Arkee pushed Ahsoka up, a bit, then crawled onto the bed herself and placed the new torture device at the opening of her throbbing orange lust cave.
"You seem ready", she simply stated, and Ahsoka huffed in reply.
Excruciatingly slowly, the foreign toy inched into her, bit by bit, until after an eternity, the full length of it was buried in her small body.
"Ah!", Ahsoka moaned, "This… this feels … strange."
"Hrr ...", Arkee growled, "but is it a bad strange?"
The spike within her retreated then carefully pushed back into the empty space it had left behind, torturing another moan out of the young Togruta as her ancient lover started a slow rhythmic pattern with her hips.
"I – I don't know! Th-nh! This is m-making … making it hard to … think."
Ahsoka hugged the pillow she was holding more tightly.
"Why are you holding on to that, darling?"
"B-because ..."
"Doesn't matter."
The devious Anzat grinned, then swiftly pulled the pillow out of her victims hands and threw it off the bed.
"No hiding from me, no escape – you're mine!"
The white woman lowered herself onto the body beneath her and hugged the shivering girl.
"Much better", she commented, "I can kiss you, like this."
And as if to prove her point, she did.
Ahsoka hugged the white body upon her.
It was scary, still scary, to be penetrated that deeply, filled so completely.
But, she realised as her assailant nibbled on her lips, she was happy.
Again and again, the white hips slammed against her, sending a shock through her body every time the long blue spike impaled her, while her lover's gentle hands massaged her back and their tongues clashed in an erotic dance.
Embarrassing as it was to admit, she loved this ... and she wanted more.
"This – nh! This is … ah-mazing!"
She kissed the white shoulders in front of her and licked at Arkee's slender neck.
Then quite unexpectedly, Arkee shrieked and started moving her hips faster and with a lot more force.
"This damn – thing! Just … started vibrating harder", she groaned, all further words were replaced by hot moans.
Ahsoka laid there, and took the violent onslaught that mercilessly rammed her deep into the soft mattress. She grinned.
Her mischievous fingers found their way in-between the two of them and she grasped the hard nipples that had been poking against her for quite a while, now.
First, she teased them, gently tugged on them, but soon, she was kneading the with all her might.
"Don't do that, darling!", Arkee screeched, "Not now!"
But Ahsoka didn't listen. She pinched and twisted the little buds and in no time at all her efforts were rewarded.
Arkee bucked one last time, then came in an orgasm that shook the whole bed.
"That was sneaky", she complained weakly, lying on top of the orange girl that had kicked her over the edge and breathing heavily.
"Prey one, predator zero", Ahsoka commented, making both of them grin.
"Do be careful, darling", Arkee replied, heaving herself back up, "the predator's promised you pleasure beyond the point where you beg for mercy."
Without ever pulling the toy completely out of her, Arkee grabbed Ahsoka by the waist and turned her onto her belly.
A soft quiver went through the orange body as the white beast lowered herself onto her and pressed itself against her back.
Nimble fingers slid in-between her and the mattress and cupped her breasts.
"And she intends to keep that promise", Arkee whispered, then rammed the toy back into the orange hole where it belonged.
Ahsoka shrieked – half in surprise, half in arousal – as the violent rhythm from before quickly returned.
"Do you remember how we first met?", Arkee growled threateningly, then kissed the softly whipping lekku, "I remember we found a little weak spot of yours."
Ahsoka's eyes grew wide when it dawned on her what her cruel lover had in mind, and though it was pointless, she started flailing.
"Dont!", she pleaded, "You can't!"
"Watch me", Arkee breathed and let her tongue glide across the sensitive lekku, up to where they joined. Instants later, the hot wet muscle slid into the folds there and electricity coursed through Ahsoka's body.
In a last, desperate attempt to keep her composure, Ahsoka bit into the mattress and dug her fingers deep into it, as if holding on to it meant holding on to her sanity.
It wasn't working.
"Yaaaaaaah!"
Finally, she couldn't help it anymore and screamed.
Arkee stopped licking and grabbed her head at the base of her lekku with both hands, instead, and holding her down, she used her thumbs to massage the most sensitive areas on Ahsoka's head.
The young Togruta howled, flailed, twisted, but all her resistance meant nothing in the firm grip of her tormentor. She wailed when Arkee sped up and drove the spike into her faster than ever before.
"See? Doesn't this feel wonderful?"
"It doesn't!", Ahsoka shrieked, "It – stars, don't! Not … there!"
"Here?"
"Nnah– no!"
The white Anzat kissed the violently bucking Togruta on her shoulder.
"Why are you lying, darling? You know I can tell."
She kneaded the soft lekku a bit harder.
"Why don't you just give in? Embrace it?"
"Ee- if I -hhh- do … I'm -nh – I'm going mad!"
The cruel woman chuckled.
"Mad is good. Mad is honest."
The murderous toy slammed into Ahsoka as if it wanted to pierce her all the way up to her neck. And before Ahsoka could recover from the shock, it did again … and again … and again.
"Let's go mad, darling", Arkee moaned.
Mad? Not a problem. Already, Ahsoka's body was disobeying her commands. She was clambering to the bed with all her might and endured the violation of what might just as well have been her brain and the incessant rhythm with which the blue spear was invading her nether regions.
She was drooling, groaning, more animal than sentient. Always, the white haze was threatening to swallow her and she was close … so very close to just letting it happen.
But while her mind was still wondering whether she could do so and still retain her sanity, her body had already made that choice for her.
She shrieked as the void swallowed her and everything turned white. And she was trembling, still, when the void returned to their bedroom.
"A wonderful reaction, darling", her lover commented as she kissed the weak girl beneath her on the cheek, "a honest reaction."
"Crazy … Anzat!", Ahsoka huffed.
Arkee rubbed her head against Ahsoka's montrals, then turned the heavily breathing Togrtua on her back again and hugged her.
"Hmm ...", she hummed, rubbing herself against Ahsoka's cheek, "but you like crazy. You married crazy."
"I – I did, didn't I?"
Ahsoka grinned weakly.
"Whatever have I gotten myself into?"
"Oh", Arkee breathed, "just a world of never-ending pleasure."
She leaned in and brushed her lips against Ahsoka's to goad her into a kiss.
"Well?", she asked when their lips parted again, "Are you ready for the next round, my darling wife?"
"The – the next round?! You're not serious!"
"Still 1:1, darling, and I think I can make you scream even louder."
The horny white beast started to slowly move, again.
"Would it make a difference if I complained I was tired?", Ahsoka asked with a grin.
"None whatsoever."
"And if I struggled?"
"Then we would both enjoy my holding you down and taking you violently."
They looked at each other, both blushing, both grinning. The night was still young and come tomorrow, their bodies would ache from exhaustion. There were still many screams to scream, much pleasure to give and receive and as they embraced and kissed yet again, Ahsoka was thankful that the rooms were sound-proofed.
Ahsoka opened her eyes slightly, just enough to notice the room was bathed in the unmistakable blue light of an active holo table. It was hours after they had decided to actually sleep, so whom was Arkee communicating with?
"This better be important, Zor, do you have any idea how late it is?"
"Sorry, Crahsystor. But you wanted to know immediately when we had news about this Jedi-turned-traitor you asked me to keep an eye out for."
"You found Offee?", Arkee probed.
Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat. She was awake, now.
"We have", Zor confirmed, "and not a moment too soon. She is alive … for now"
"What do you mean?"
"She's scheduled for execution the day after tomorrow."
There was a brief moment of silence. No longer than it took for Ahsoka to take a breath – an eternity.
"And you're absolutely sure we can't get another visitor in before her execution?"
"You know the new laws – probably better than I do. Once sentenced, only confirmed blood relatives are admitted. We currently know of none that we could bring here in time, let alone that would be willing to take the risk."
He hesitated.
"Shouldn't we wake your companion?"
"No, let her sleep."
"She should be told."
"She will be told", Arkee agreed, "but it can wait until morning. Let her rest and enjoy what little peace the force still allows her to have. Tonight, at least."
After a brief silence, Zor sighed.
"Very well, little fly. I will defer to your judgement and make sure everybody is ready to act on a moment's notice."
"Thank you, Zor. And get some rest. We'll need it."
"I hope you will take that advice yourself. Good night, little fly."
"Good night, black monster", Arkee responded in a gentle voice.
The holo table powered down and cold darkness replaced the soft blue light.
Arkee sighed.
"I'm so very sorry, darling", she said as she slipped back into the bed and hugged the small Togruta, "so very, very sorry."
Why are you sorry?
Or at least that's what Ahsoka wanted to ask, but she couldn't open her mouth. She felt dizzy, all of a sudden, and it cost her all the mental strength she could muster to just stay awake.
"Sleep, darling", Arkee's hypnotic voice echoed through her mind, "sleep. Forget what you just heard, let nothing bother you this night."
What – what are you doing, Arkee? Why are you ...
The white woman snuggled her head into Ahsoka's lekku.
"Sleep", she whispered again, "and dream something beautiful – the most beautiful dream you could have. Will you do that for me?"
Ahsoka could feel her consciousness slipping away. Already, she was more asleep than awake and even if she had wanted to fight it, it was much too late to do anything.
"Dream, my darling."
Sleep took her, and the very last things she felt were Arkee's tears as she was being kissed on the cheek.
Author's Note:
What a chapter. I do apologise for the long wait. Part of the reason it took me so long was that I originally had a completely different chapter in mind. Then as I was writing, I thought to myself: I really am a cruel bastard.
I've driven Ahsoka near-mad from loneliness, chased her through the underworlds of Coruscant, had her abducted and raped, gave her nightmares, threw her from a tower and exposed her to the dark side of the force ... certainly, I could afford to give her a more gentle chapter, for once? A bit of a break?
And to be quite honest, I enjoyed writing this - as I hope you enjoyed reading it.
I'm sorry if the people who already read my preview on Deviantart were confused at the beginning of the chapter, but I decided to push that preview to the beginning of the next chapter.
The next chapter, we're finally adding Barriss to the equation - something I've been looking forward to ever since I started this story. It will quite probably be faster paced than this one and it will be exciting to see what Ahsoka will do to Barriss - IF she manages to reach her, that is.
As always, I welcome any feedback you would give. Let me know what you liked and what you didn't and I'll see if I can't incorporate your feedback into my future writing.
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Oh, and one last thing. Speaking of Deviantart, as a commission, I've provided artist "Raikoh-illust" - my favourite source of barrissoka imagery - a quick description of Arkee, a couple pointers into the direction I was aiming for, and he's gone and created his "Silva Woman".
Urls don't seem to be working, here, so if you're curious, either find him on deviantart or contact me for a link.
I thought it quite beautiful, actually.
Ps:
I've been told my chapters on FF can be hard to read, sometimes. I apologise, but I create my stories as .odt documents, then upload them here. I don't have much control over what FF does with them.
Contact me if you want pdf versions of my chapters. I'd post download links here, but I can't get the urls to work.
