((A/N: Just a little heads up... there be Smut ahead. I warned you, now you don't have a right to complain. Enjoy and please review. ^_^))
"W-Where did you find it?" Charra asked, finding it difficult to swallow.
"The same planet where we found you, who ever owned that cache clearly had no idea what they had in thier possession." Maul replied as he ran a finger down one of the edges, like a lover's caress.
He smirked a little when the Zygerrian all but jumped back when he picked up the Holocron and held it in his open palm.
Charra flinched when the Holocron rose from the Zabrak's palm and clicked open; flooding the kitchenette with a blood red glow. Her hackles rose as she felt the chill of the Dark Side and its power.
Her Jedi sprung to the forefront when her Zygerrian showed an interest in the relic, wanting to know what secrets were held inside.
~Leave the kitchen, no good will come if we stay.~ Her Jedi advised, trying to dissuade the Zygerrian's continued interest in the Holocron.
"Just think of what we could learn from it.~ The Zygerrian stated awestruck, scaring Charra even more when she felt the urge to move forward, just to be closer to the relic.
~It is a Sith Holocron; a relic of the Dark Side, no good will come from using it.~ The Jedi cautioned however, the Zygerrian's persistence was growing steadily stronger and Charra was almost certain she could hear her own pounding heartbeat.
~But we could use it against our enemies, use it to protect...~
~No! The path to hell is paved with good intentions; this relic is a source of evil. GET OUT. NOW.~
Before Charra could do anything, Savage stumbled into the kitchenette, the strong scent of alcohol clung to him like a blanket.
Maul's eyes widened as he sae the stated his brother was in; the Holocron snapped shut as the Darksider's attention was elsewhere. The red glow vanished as did the chill when the relic landed back on the table, seeming nothing more than a harmless souvenir in its closed state.
"What happened, did you challenge a Rancor and a small pack of Wookies to a drinking contest?" Charra asked, wrinkling her nose at the pungent smell.
Savage shook his head to clear his vision, trying to get a lock on Charra and Maul; all he managed to do was make himself even more unsteady and dizzy.
"N-No," He rumbled, his words slurred and a bit unintelligible. "I need... I need to..."
"What you need to do is sleep it off." Charra stated before walking over to the drunken unsteady tattooed giant.
"Crap!" She hissed in surprise as she took his full weight, but due to his current state, it was drunken dead weight.
Maul rose from the table to help, only to be stopped by the withering glare and threatening growl that emanated from the Jedi. The Zabrak blinked in surprise and took a step back.
This wasn't a Jedi standing before him now; this was a Zygerrian female protecting what belonged to her from a potential threat. Maul stepped back some more until he was in the corner, by doing so he was letting her know that he wasn't a threat to the male that belonged to her.
Charra gave him another withering glare, her ears back before leading the massive shit faced Zabrak out of the kitchen.
Maul stared after her, still a bit surprised by what had transpired. His gaze dropped from the door back to the Holocron; his eyes narrowed briefly before reaching out with the Force, having it rest once more in the palm of his hand. He then closed his hand around the relic before stalking out of the kitchen to meditate.
X X X
Charra had to use the Force to open the door to Savage's quarters before leading/dragging his drunken heavy ass over to the bed so he could sleep it off.
He's gonna have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up. She thought, having Savage sit down on the bed.
"Alright, let's get these armor pieces off so you can sleep." She stated after stretching out her back.
Savage remained as Charra removed his shoulder guards and armbraces; she could do this pretty much blindfolded after having done this so many times.
"C-Charra... I need..."
"To throw up? Can't say I blame you." She replied, setting the bracer down to retrieve a trash can.
"No, n-not that... I need to tell you that... Over by the desk." He mumbled, trying to in the direction of the desk.
Charra raised an eye brow as she set the trash infront of him before heading over to the slightly cluttered desk.
"Gold disc." Was all Charra could make out when she turned to look back at the Zabrak, unsure what he wanted her to see or find.
She found it under what seemed to be a crude drawing of a duel bladed saber hilt. She looked at the drawing for a moment before returning the disc to Savage then moving to sot behind him in order to loosen the under armor protecting his torso. She was nearly finished when a hologram caught her attention.
When Savage spoke again, his voice was raw with emotion. "I didn't always look this, before... I was smaller... Weaker. It was Nightsister magic that changed me."
Charra set the stiff under armor on the floor before looking at the hologram of two male Zabraks; she recognized one of them as Savage. The tattoos, strong jaw, and nose were a dead giveaway. He certainly looked different; he wasn't as tall or as muscular as he was now.
"Who is the other male?" She asked, remaining behind him.
"My brother, Feral... He's dead. I... Killed him."
She closed her eyes for a moment to get her thoughts in order and control her emotions.
"What happened?" She asked a moment later, tone neutral.
Savage took a moment before speaking. "Several males including Feral and myself were selected to be the potential mate of a Dathomir witch"
Charra's inner Zygerrian growled softly at idea of a past rival, a protective possessive jealousy weld up inside.
~Whoever this Witch was had better not show her face,~ The Zygerrian growled, hackles raised. ~Savage is mine.~
"And how does one prove himself worthy of being the mate of a Dathomir Witch." Charra asked after reigning in her Zygerrian instincts, at least for the moment.
"Normally, when more than one Witch desires the same male they will fight each other until one submits," Savage replied, a small smirk on his face then soon fell. "However, this Witch also wanted a servant."
Charra narrowed her eyes. "I'm not sure I follow."
She didn't like the answer he gave her; on top of being the mate of some witch, Savage had been used as some kind of sleeper agent against Count Dooku.
Her hackles rose, she forced herself relax before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Go on."
Savage ignored the urge to rest his hand on hers, as comforting as her touch was it wouldn't be enough to ease the pain. He exhaled through his nose before speaking, voice raw.
"After I was infused with their magic, I had to pass one final test... Killing my brother."
Charra's hand fell from his shoulder and into her lap, if only to avoid sinking her claws into him upon hearing his confession... After doing everything in his power to protect Feral, Savage' final test had been to kill his own flesh and blood...
Why is it that when comes to the Dark Side you have kill someone just to prove you can? There are other ways to prove strength!
Savage didn't even notice that her hand was gone from his shoulder as he finished. "In the end, the Witch betrayed me so did Dooku... It was all for naught. I killed Feral but I still failed..."
Charra moved around so that he was sitting beside the large male, silver-green hard. "What happened to Feral wasn't your fault."
Savage opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by the Jedi's impressive growl.
"It's not your fault, Savage. You weren't in your right mind, they had no right to do this to you, make you kill your brother just to prove a point."
She felt silent after her small rant, but damn it all, Savage deserved so much more then to be used like that! And that Witch who had done this wasn't worthy of being a mate, just thinking about it, made her claws itch.
~Careful, control your emotions, less they control you. Vengeance only leads to more pain, it is a never ending cycle.~ Her jedi stated, ever the voice of reason.
Charra took a moment to compose herself before getting off the bed to gather the armor she had removed and headed over to a small chest.
"If you are worried that I will think less of you now that I've seen your previous appearance," She commented, placing the armor inside the chest. "Rest easy, I'd find you sexy regardless."
The Zabrak came up behind her, wrapped his burly arms around her, and nuzzled her neck with a drunken purr. Despite his inebriated state, he felt himself growing hard and the desire to have her strengthened. Taking a hold of her chin, he tilted her head so he could claim her lips with his own.
Charra didn't need to smell his desire to know that he was aroused; the bulge pressed up against the small of her back was evidence enough.
A muffled mewl escaped her lips as his hand slipped inside her pants to caress her slit with one finger before slipping past her silken folds. His tongue slid inside her mouth as she moaned softly, his thumb and forefinger found her clit and rolled the nub between the two digits.
"S-Savage..." She panted, cheeks flushed and warm. "We can't... You're drunk."
A cry escaped her as he nipped her ear, an effective way to silence her protests.
"Don't worry; I'll be fine in a few minutes." He growled into her ear, enjoying the feel of her shivering against him.
Charra seriously doubted that but decided to let him continue, he'd pass out soon enough.
~Might as play along.~ Her Zygerrian purred suggestively ~Have a little fun while we're at it.~
She bit back a whine of loss as she moved forward, causing Savage's finger to slip out of her sheath. She slowly turned to face the Zabrak a small playful smirk on her face. The male growled softly before backing her into the wall, trapping her there with a hand on either side of her head.
There you are. Savage mused, seeing the shift. Mine.
His woman, his Zygerrian Jedi...
"Remove your clothes before I tear them off you." He ordered, smirking as he saw a brief flash of excitement and desire dance across her silver-green gaze.
He gave an unsteady step back to give her room to remove her clothes, once naked however; he trapped her against the wall again and captured her mouth with his own. His mouth swallowing her mewls of pleasure as two fingers slipped past her silken folds into her center while his thumb found her swollen nub. His tongue slipped past her lips and into her mouth, muffling her mewls and whimpers.
He broke kiss so he could watch her face as his fingers reduced her into a mewling mess. He would make sure that she would only want him, only his touch would satisfy her that the only male she would want inside her was him; Savage Opress!
He knew she was close just by sound alone, with great reluctance he removed his fingers from her sheath, earning him a bewildered and annoyed glare.
"The bed. Now." He growled before she could say a word.
Charra didn't need to be told twice, the idea of truely submitting to the Zabrak excited even her Zygerrian who believed that they should submit to no one. Her heart raced as she watched the make remove his shirt, eyes glued in the taught muscles of stomach, loving how they flexed and shifted with move he made.
The bed dipped as he climbed on to the bed, his yellow eyes gave off a predatory gleam before leaning down to take her mouth in his. The kiss only lasted a second before he broke it to purr/growl into her ear, knowing it would send shivers through out her body.
"You are mine, never forget that."
Charra instantly felt her Jedi's disapproval of this entire ordeal. Her Zygerrian rolled her eyes, she planned on enjoying herself.
~If we're going to get kicked out of the Jedi order then we- Oh!~
Charra's back arched off the bed and mewled with pleasure as Savage's tongue delved between her silken before she cried out as he latched onto her swollen clit and gentle suckled. His name spilled from her lips he slid two fingers into her center, increasing the pleasure as he thrusts in and out of her.
The yellow and black giant purred with approval as he continued to torture her with his lips and fingers, enjoying the sounds that escaped from her.
"N-No, don't stop!" She protested when he unexpectedly pulled away, leaving her dangerously close to the edge.
"In a moment, play with yourself." Savage rumbled, he needed to remove the rest of his attire if only to free is painfully hard erection.
He didn't take his eyes off the Zygerrian as she pleasured herself, cheeks flushed as whimpering mewls escaped her.
Mine, He thought proudly, his mind becoming clearer thanks to the Nightsister's magic. My mate.
Savage had first noticed it when he had felt... something dark beginning to stir during Charra's fight with Husk. He hadn't realized that the thread was their bond until after the sudden flare of shock and pain shot across it when Quill fired the blaster at Charra. He wasn't sure if his Jedi mate was even aware of their bond, if she wasn't then he wouldn't fault her for it.
"Savage..." Charra mewled, getting his attention.
Purring softly, he climbed back onto the bed, took hold of the hand she had between her legs, and brought the two glistening digits into his mouth.
Charra had never felt more turned on in her life, she bit her lip as she watched the Zabrak clean her digits with his tongue.
Once they were clean of her fluids, he removed them from his mouth and settled over her; his golden gaze locking with silver-green ones before capturing her mouth in a lazy yet passionate kiss. His mouth swallowed her moan as he slid inside her warm sheath, the walls of her sex rippled around his hardened erection. After giving her a moment, Savage pulled part way out before surging back inside, setting a slow and steady pace, he wanted this to last for as long as possible.
Charra wasn't even aware that her barriers were down until after she felt him brush up against her mind. It was a bit unnerving but she didn't recoil from his presence, she welcomed it. He filled her mind like a fog, swirling around her before wrapping around her like a blanket.
She felt... Everything that was Savage, he wasn't holding anything back, his devotion and loyalty to her and the guilt he felt for failing to protect her as he had with Feral.
She gave his mind a soothing caress and to her surprise it worked, she smiled softly before losing herself in the ocean of fog that was Savage. He would kill for her, he would... Die for her. She hoped it wouldn't come to that; she would certainly do her damnedest to make sure that didn't happen.
"Mine," Savage growled, burying his face into her neck as he thrusts deeper and faster. "You are mine."
"S-Savage," Charra panted, sinking her claws into his back. "I'm-"
"I know," He rumbled as he nipped at a pulse in her neck, always enjoying that mewls and whimpers that fell from her lips. "You are mine, Charra Chell, no other male can have you."
Charra nodded, her pleasure filled gaze meeting his intense golden gaze, she reached up and placed a hand on the side of his face; the face of her mate.
"I am yours... And you are mine..."
Savage purred with approval at her words then watched as her climax tore through her. Hearing his named being cried out, pushed him over the edge he tossed his head back and roared.
X X X
Charra welcomed the greater weight of the male as he rode out his climax, she purred into his collar bone as she could still feel him inside her mind, it was oddly comforting. She shivered at the mental caress from Savage before he withdrew behind his own mental barriers, leaving... What was that?
"Is that...?" She trailed off.
"A mating bond? Yes, and it's stronger now." Savage replied as he settled behind her, an arm draped over her waist.
Charra fell silent, feeling a little foolish for failing to notice the bond sooner. It would certainly explain why he had always been at the edge of her mind, always there and always watching.
He nuzzled her neck and gave her ear a little nip before rumbling. "I don't fault you for your ignorance."
Charra purred softly as she snuggled against him, a small smile on her face.
Mine. She thought as she drifted off to sleep, listening to familiar breathing of the man behind her. My mate.