SPACE – THE WRAITH
Necrolis looked about as he stepped out of the hallway connecting the cockpit with the main gathering area in the ship. Vette was off in the engine room, though he guessed by now she was likely resting in their quarters. The Wraith had taken minor damage as they escaped from the Drommund Kaas space station. Fortunately, the force had been with them in that no Imperial cruisers or worse had been about when they flew off blasting their way to freedom.
Bloodshade and the deshade were resting, having been settled by Quinn. As far as he knew, Aela Darkstar was in the quarters assigned to her, which just happened to have been Quinn's. Not that he was surprised after all. He still had nightmare flashbacks of catching the sith and Quinn doing holo sex before. He had thought it then, and again now, what had been seen could not be unseen.
For a moment he stood there and just enjoyed the sound of nothing, the silence rather refreshing. It was made all the more so considering just how many were aboard the star ship. With the crew gone, and having it be just he and Vette, Necrolis found he had gotten used to the quiet. He had already gotten a hold of Teffa and had the co-ordinates for Nar Shaddaa punched in. It would not take long to reach Hutt space. Once there he doubted there would be any peace and quiet at all.
Necrolis went and grabbed himself an alderian ale, taking a long deep drink before pausing and cocking his head to the side. A strange knocking sound caught his attention, the pure blood sith sure it was not a normal sound of his ship. Listening again he glanced down the corridor leading to the large cargo storage area where normally Broonmark would have called it home. Nobody should have been in there. Curiosity killed the gundark, Necrolis reminded himself, even as he went to investigate.
Making his way to the cargo area door, Necrolis thumbed the control and let the heavy doors slide open. Red eyes took in the cargo bay, the sight before him and his jaw fell open in stunned silence. The alderian ale slipped from his grasp to smash on the floor. Where in the abyss was that lightsaber, I need to gouge my eyes out permanently, Necrolis thought.
"My Lord!" Quinn stammered shocked by the man's sudden appearance.
Quinn stood naked behind a tied up and bent over Aela Darkstar, buried inside her. The woman was draped over one of the storage containers, legs spread, breasts hanging over the other side tied up tight with black rope. Quinn had a firm grasp in her hair which he had not relinquished upon being walked in on. About them floated the holo cam recorders, and Necrolis just groaned knowing all too well the footage was going to be edited and sent out over the vidnet across the galaxy. Aela grinned at Necrolis, giving him a wink before biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips back into Quinn and groaning lightly.
"Have you never heard of a door lock?" Necrolis finally managed to stammer out at the pair.
"Oh don't try and play innocent! You should go get Vette and join us." Aela shot back before glancing over her shoulder at Quinn. "With your approval of course!"
Quinn laughed before his hand fell and smacked one bare ass cheek causing the woman to give a low moan and wiggle her hips all the more. Looking over he grinned and then shrugged at Necrolis. There was little he could say at all being walked in on, and something told him no explanation was going to cover it anyways.
"My Lord, if you wish, we could discuss this at a more… opportune time?"
Necrolis growled and winced, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose and rubbing. What was it we would discuss he wanted to scream at the man. Honestly, you are dominating my adopted sister, Quinn! All of it seemed proper and right to say, but still he said nothing. On the other hand, Necrolis knew Aela was a big girl, a capable and dangerous sith warrior, and could handle herself. Clearly she allowed such and trusted Quinn enough.
"What you two do is your business. Next time Quinn, lock the damn door!"
Malavai Quinn had to bite off a laugh but nodded to Necrolis that he understood. In all honesty after being walked in on when on holo cam with Aela before, he had made it a habit to ensure privacy. Having Aela aboard and right there, they had simply gotten too worked up and carried away. It was a mistake Quinn knew he would not make again at all.
"I believe that would be prudent indeed!"
"Be thankful Vette didn't hear you, let alone walk in." Necrolis stated before turning and heading to leave. He reached the doorway and paused, glancing back and pointing to the broken glass and spilled ale on the floor. "And you are cleaning that up!"
"I shall see that it is done, my lord." Malavai said, watching as Necrolis left, the door sliding shut and then hearing the beep and click of the cargo bay lock being engaged.
"You think he enjoyed what he saw?" Aela grinned wickedly back over her shoulder at Quinn.
"I think…" Quinn said, voice low as his hand fell and smacked both her ass cheeks again making them flush a nice pink shade. "You need to focus on pleasing me!"
"Yes… my lord." Aela quipped right back at him biting her lower lip again as she pushed back into him.
Quinn growled low and deep in his throat, pushing in hard and deep inside the woman. Letting go of her hair his hands dropped to her hips to find purchase, pulling her back into each claiming, taking thrust. Their bodies met hard, the smack of each thrust filling the cargo bay. Aela moaned and cried out, shoving back harder, letting herself go and giving over to his control of her.
Quinn slid a hand down and under her, finding the end of the rope that bound her breasts. Each time he slammed home within her he yanked hard, pulling and letting the bindings dig into her captured and controlled flesh. Aela cried out then looked back over her shoulder at him as he rode her, controlled her.
"Yes, my lord, that's it. Take what you want from me, take it all." She growled out each word, grey eyes alight with lust and hunger.
Quinn yanked harder on the bindings, opening and forcing into her harder and faster, burying himself as deep within her as he could. His dark eyes locked on hers, equally hungry and lustful. He had been unsure of the woman when they had first met, but given time they had found themselves quite compatible. Most would have been shocked with their relationship, he knew.
"Who's are you, Aela?" Quinn growled out, demanding her to answer by yanking hard on the bindings again. Aela cried out, the pleasure mixing and tinged with a slight bit of pain as he enjoyed her as he wished
"Yours, Quinn!" Aela practically screamed out the words. "Only yours!"
Vette lounged on the large bed in the quarters she shared with Necrolis. She had spent most of her time following their escape hiding away in the engine room. It was almost therapeutic to just go and tinker with things, work on the minor repairs the ship needed after their flight. She had returned to find everyone having gone to their own quarters, and Necrolis was alone on the flight deck. At that point the twi'lek had decided to take a long slow shower, before drying off and stretching out on the bed.
The quick hiss of the door to the quarters opening made her roll onto her side, hand cocked on a hip as she watched Necrolis enter. She noted the perplexed look on his face, his brow creased in a bit of a frown. It made her smile as his eyes found her and whatever troubled him disappeared and he smiled openly and genuinely.
Necrolis let his gaze slide over his wife, naked and on display to him. He feasted on the sight of the pale blue skin with the dark blue markings that ran down her lekku, the darker skin of her areola and nipples capping her breasts that were just the right size for his hands, the smooth flowing curves of her lithe body. She was beautiful, he knew. He had thought so even from the first moment at the sith academy on Korriban. Caged and shock collared, she still could not keep that mouth of hers under control. It had been that humour and unbreakable will that drew him to her, added to the outer beauty she possessed.
"And there you are! I've been waiting for you, husband."
"Oh? Seems you started without me!" Necrolis said as he walked over and picked up her discarded towel and tossed it aside into a corner.
"Not really." Vette answered back, winking at him. "Just means you get to make me all dirty again to enjoy another shower with you!"
Necrolis laughed and smiled, even as he moved quickly over and leapt atop her, rolling her back onto her back and pinning her under him on the bed. His mouth found hers quickly, tongue plundering into hers to stroke and tease. He felt and heard her moan as she kissed him back with equal passion, slender arms wrapping up about his neck, one hand grabbing into the short dark black hair. Vette rocked up, pressing and writhing her body against his, savouring and revelling in the feel of him over her.
"Mmm…. Hi there!" Vette said as they came up for air for a moment.
"Hello beautiful." Necrolis said softly, hand rising to stroke and trace along the side of her face, just looking at her as if to memorize every little aspect of her.
"What's troubling you?" Vette asked, noting his intent gaze and his guard being down enough to show his feelings.
"Not right now." Necrolis growled before kissing her again hard and then giving her a full smile. "Besides I want to work on that whole having another shower thing!"
"Mmm I do like the sound of that too!" Vette growled back, leaning up to lick up along Necrolis's neck.
Necrolis grabbed her hands pinning them down, putting both together above her head and using his left hand keeping them there. His eyes stared intently into hers, drowning in their soft blue depths. He felt her lithe frame roll up against him, pressing and hungry and he ground his hips down against her in answer.
Moaning Vette drew her legs up even as Necrolis was undoing his pants. Impatiently she used her feet, pressing in and shoving down hard, pulling his clothing away to free him. She felt the heat of his skin then against hers a moment before the head of his cock parted her sex and stretched to fill her within, sinking into her. Vette moaned loudly, arching, pressing back to him to take every bit of him into her. She wanted it all.
Necrolis let his hand rise to capture and squeeze into one firm breast, thumb brushing back and forth over the tightening peak of a dark blue nipple. Leaning in he licked along her neck, nipping the soft skin with his teeth and bringing another moan from her. Rocking together he took her slowly, deeply, Vette's legs wrapping about him, ankles locking at the small of his back.
"You did lock the door right?" Vette giggled before moaning again as he rocked into her a bit harder and deeper.
"Fuck 'em." Necrolis growled before kissing her hard and deep. " Turn about is fair play!"