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Post by Vasari on Jul 8, 2020 14:34:53 GMT -8
Vasari was clearly holding back her excitement as Ifrit 'looked' over the designs examining them for any deviation from the historical context of the ship, but there wouldn't be one. All of the notes had to do with the known existing designs - however there were details concerning strengths and weaknesses. It was like a shipwright found a century old design and had begun crossing out all the parts that would be changed during a refit. There was nothing that stood out until Ifrit finally asked after her intent and she giggled a little and turned the page.
"No, not just historical curiosity..."
Vasari whispered turning the journal to him hesitantly as if not sure if she wanted him to actually see it or not, after a moments competition with herself she relented and gave over the journal fully. The refit design was the complete opposite of the sketch and notes she had taken of the old one. The images of new Meditation Sphere were drawn with a precise and technical hand, every detail in composition, size, material, and a detailed list of every piece of new tech she would incorporate into her design - the most obvious differences were the size of the craft, nearly three times larger than the Spheres of old, cloaking devices that shielded from visible and technological detection, engines that could outrace all but the fastest of fighters half the spheres size, several shield arrays, a viewscreen with holonet and cortex uplinks which could access the universe from anywhere, and even a med bay. Every component and piece of tech the design called for was state of the art, the ship would be expensive and would need nothing short of a full production line to complete with any speed - especially to the specifications that she required.
The last page of the new design had spellwork that was written in Vasari's on personal script the same that other spells and notes in her journal had been written in. It was elegant and complicated but it was far from uncrackable, especially to someone as attuned with magic as Ifrit was. The cipher itself was in part magical in nature and only someone attuned with magic would be able to break it. The Spell was old and its design was intended to literally breath life into the meditation sphere. The Most ancient designs were said to be sentient, with minds and wills of their own. There was a hyperdrive in the second schema however the ancient ships could operate without one, and though Vasari was not sure exactly how this happened she wasn't about to take the chance in building a ship that couldn't go anywhere if the spell failed to take hold.
"What do you think?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 9, 2020 4:08:56 GMT -8
Her scribbled notes across the page had tipped Ifrit off toward the direction in which Vasari was taking this conversation before she showed her hand in earnest. The last couple of days had been an enlightening experience beyond any other. Perhaps she just had very little to hide from him, which had made understanding just a bit of her that more easy and clear. He lifted his hand from the page as Vasari giggled in response to his question, allowing her to turn the page as she confirmed his suspicions. He shifted his grip and grabbed hold of it when Vasari finally relinquished it to him once more. He had grown accustomed to mimicking certain socially accepted norms, such as appearing as if he needed to hold and physically examine something to see it.
He studied the design intently. Noting the similarities, but also the many differences. It was, admittedly, quite impressive how Vasari could take something so old and outdated, yet be able to bring it to modern day standards. It also spoke - at least in his mind - to a deeper understanding of what the Meditation Sphere was designed for. Those of old and ancient days were constructed as an extension and enhancement of the power their owners wielded. Vasari was doing very much the same. Her power, while impressive, had its limits. Limits which Vasari was well aware of and had countered by modifying the design to her own specs.
He flipped back and forth through the couple pages of notes, examining the details and deciphering the spellwork that Vasari had encoded within the pages of her notes. She had a brilliant mind and showed promise beyond many others that had sought out his expertise. It would not be long before she was occupying the position of Master Spellbinder within the Blackguard Reborn, or the Blackguard Imperium, or what ever title Viox fancied calling it on any given day. He sat in silence for a few moments after Vasari asked her question, examining the notes and all that they entailed. His wrist fell limp, holding the journal aloft such that it was open toward the roof as he did his best to 'look' into her eyes.
The flow of the Force around her spoke volumes as to how she seemed to be feeling about this, causing a smirk to form What do I think? I think I may have a very dangerous rival for my position, and I feel extremely used... Oh, you meant what do I think of the design... Assuming I've deciphered the spellwork correctly, there may be some minor corrections to make, but it is certainly possible to build... Some might be inclined to throw around the word impressive even... His smirk slowly faded to a simple smile then as he offered the journal back to Vasari for her safe keeping Would I be correct in assuming there is another question you wish to ask regarding it?
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Post by Vasari on Jul 9, 2020 15:02:52 GMT -8
Vasari studied him as he watched more than looked at the book, She had of course seen the more advanced designs for the meditation chambers aboard the capital ships of the Blackguard fleet, Viox's own flagship had one, and she had been able to see it during the siege of Mustafar. She had taken those changes into account for her own designs as well, especially the access to the core worlds holonet and cortex systems so she could access the parts of the universe that were too far for her own reach to extend, even with the Sphere's aid. While she was aware of her own limitations she was doing everything possible to push them and this sphere was just another one of those attempts to extend her influence further.
She lowered her eyes a little at his comment, and were it possible she may have blushed, but he could no doubt see the blood flow rise in her cheeks and her body temperature increased a little bit at the flattery, she wasn't immune to it as much as she let on, and the more time she spent around Ifrit the more at ease she was becoming, even with the warnings she had received before coming here.
"You knew what this was..."She half rolled a shoulder back in a gestured that opened up her chest a little to him - the meaning of which might have been taken as an invitation or a threat. She giggled a little resting a hand on his thigh."I could have created the ship anywhere... perhaps even in secret... but the spellwork is why i came to you."
She took the book back from him when he offered it and flipped it almost instantly to the page with the spell she was referring to. The magic to link the craft with her consciousness and the spells to amplify her power were easy... and just required time and a mind capable of a three part binding - or three capable casters working in perfect harmony with one another. But this last spell was something that she had never seen or even read about being done. There were tales of a craft... one of these meditation spheres that had a consciousness, a will of its own. It could be reasoned with and it knew power and fear. She assumed it was created through the bonding with its maker, or perhaps his death within the sphere melded their consciousnesses into one, however she was not willing to give her life in the creation of this craft.
"The problem is the connection to the Living Force... the spell opens the pathways for ships core to connect to the flow of the force, but once that is done i've got to be able to connect the ship to the Force itself... We're not just talking about creating life here... This spell, if i do it correctly will... for a fraction of a second... link my craft to every moment in space and time that the force has, is... or will touch. That is the only way to assure the ships connection to the force once i disengage my mind from it."
Vasari's shoulders slumped under the weight of the task she had decided to undertake. She knew it was possible, but she wasn't sure if her spellwork was clever enough, or strong enough to accomplish what could have been... a fluke of the Force. She shook of the self doubt, she had already accomplished so much in so little time since joining the blackguard. Viox had faith in her, and so she would have faith in herself. She had already brought herself back from death... albeit with help. She would accomplish this next task, she knew it. She looked back up at Ifrit and blinked, then smiled.
"Yes, there is... Will you help me with this task?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 10, 2020 6:32:38 GMT -8
Even if he were to try to, it was almost impossible to miss the subtle changes in her anatomy. The blood flow, her temperature. They were subtleties that he had spent years training himself to see with the Force. Things that many others were deceived into missing by their so called vision. Thankfully the smile he was already wearing sufficed to cover the one of his realization. He gave a slow deliberate nod and gently placed his hand atop her hand resting upon his thigh You're right, I did know... But just because I feel used by you, doesn't mean I necessarily dislike it... He smirked for a moment and enjoyed the flattery she returned in kind. He kept his eyes upon Vasari's face, as if studying her even she she flipped back through the pages of her journal to the spellwork. Even as she spoke about the problem's that would face them, he had already begun to consider their options. The amount of power the spell would require, let alone the location with such a connection to the Force limited their options. There were only a handful of worlds he knew of that would work for this. Some of which laid well in hostile territory. But they still left one or two worlds that they could use.
He raised his hands up and placed them upon her slumped shoulders then, gripping them just tightly enough as she looked up at him and smiled. There was something endearing about seeing her smile like that, bringing forth a smirk in reply How could I possibly say no to a smile like that... Of course I will help you. I also believe I have a solution for your connection to the Living Force. The Jedi built a number of shrines around the galaxy, situated in locations with strong connections to the Living Force and to a place... Beyond our reality. If the legends are true, one such place existed upon Lothal. But there are other such sites that will serve your purpose and serve as a locus of energy to draw upon... To create life in this Meditation Sphere, life must be taken from somewhere else... Something else... You need to understand and be prepared for what that means doing... You do understand where I am going with this, right?
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Post by Vasari on Jul 10, 2020 10:49:19 GMT -8
Vasari smiled a little as his hand rested on her own. Other than the stiffness in her side and the dull ache of the healing wound between her ribs she felt wonderful, she felt alive for the first time since arriving on Dathomir - the thought kept playing over and over in her head and she was growing aggrivated with herself for being so redundant but her mind kept cycling back to it. She was alive. She refocused herself on what Ifrit was saying. Lothal was not a system she was familiar with, which wasn't surprising, she had been studying a few star charts attempting to broaden her minds horizons but there was still much of the galaxy she knew next to nothing about - if it wasn't in one of the books she had read, or a system that Viox had told her to learn of for a campaign, she she was ignorant about it - but what Ifrit was speaking of sounded exactly like what she needed, a powerful nexus of the Living Force. The only one she knew of was on Felucia... and she wasn't about to go back there again - not without the Blackguard Fleet behind her.
"Yes..."She found herself nodding to something Ifrit had said, her gaze a little hazy which could have been mistaken as a hesitance."The Sisters's Magic is much the same... life requires death, a sacrifice to appease the ancestors to interceed on our behalf and grant life to something that has lost it or should not have it. The greater the rift between life and death the more powerful the sacrifice..."
Her eyes dropped down a little a the thought. She was a sacrifice... meant to lure Viox into complacency enough to provide an even more powerful sacrifice - the Sith'ari's power would have been enough to bring the clans back into a power the likes of which they have not felt in centuries. And she had been so close to delivering her master to them. That fact should have made her pause... but it didn't. Life and Death were forces of energy... a lack and an abundance of the Living Force, and the Living Force was at her command. She looked back up at Ifrit and nodded - more sure of her answer this time.
"I know what i have to do, I just dont know that i have the strength to do it... Will you help me?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 12, 2020 4:15:35 GMT -8
Ifrit gave a shallow and deliberate bow of his head in agreement with Vasari's explanation regarding the Sister's Magic. While a slightly more esoteric explanation, it still amounted to the same thing The Law of Equivalent Exchange... An alchemical principle, but one that applies across many different fields. A blacksmith takes a piece of metal and creates a sword. An artist takes a block of marble and creates a statue. We take life and create another life... He watched her with keen interest as her gaze grew hay and her eyes dropped from him. Seemingly in momentary contemplation regarding something that had occurred, or perhaps was about to. But despite any pretense of hesitance or concern for events past or future, Vasari lifted her gaze up to him again with confidence. His hand still upon her shoulder lifted up and cupped her cheek and the side of her face gently. His smile faded into a much more sombre expression. What they were about to do, what they would need to do, could have very far reaching consequences.
If improperly handled, the power they would need to tame could destroy the ship, destroy them, or even toss them across the reaches of space and time. The latter two could have unexpected consequences for those they left behind. Order's and plans they had been working on could easily fall apart by what ever point in time they ended up in.But Ifrit knew that Vasari would not give up, no matter the risks. If he didn't take up this call, someone else might and she could very well endure far worse ordeals. His thumb slowly and gently stroked her cheek Always, Vasari... Always... He fought back the hunger that he felt for her in that moment. But with Vasari's training, it was likely it would not go unmissed as several of his muscles stiffened. Trying to stop himself from going too far once more, despite how exposed and open toward him that she was
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Post by Vasari on Jul 15, 2020 7:04:51 GMT -8
Vasari half leaned against his hand pressing her soft tattooed cheek against his large palm with a content expression on her face as she closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what she had done to gain such devotion from him, perhaps he was just interested in her body and that held sway over the different parts of his decision making, or perhaps he was just interested in the project and the supposed devotion to her was just an after effect, maybe he saw in her someone worth teaching... similar to what Viox saw in her at the Academy. She shook her head slightly unsure which was the truth, then she considered the spell she had cast on him... or rather at him... before she had lost consciousness and wondered just how much of her magic had taken root in him. He was more powerful here than anywhere he had said, and she knew the rune wards he kept on his body protected him from such things, and now that she had met the keeper of his mind she suspected that lingering magic would hold no sway over him, not with an independent consciousness that strong keeping watch over him.
She raised a hand to touch his own holding it gently to her cheek before she opened her eyes and looked back at him, her head tilting slightly askew this time away from his touch as she lowered his hand down to her lap, small fingers wrapping around his."Ifrit..."She found herself whispering hesitantly, unsure of his intentions but also unsure of her own. She needed to come here to him to remove the spellwork he had placed on her leg, and she was aware he had the most likely shot at bringing her heart back to life... but beyond that, she didn't have to stay, she didn't have to sleep in his bed, or offer herself to him like she had when she first arrived. She could feel the tension on him, he was holding himself back and the stress it was having on his body was clear. Her fingers curled unbidden upon his thigh, scratching it gently through the fur that covered his legs. A thought came to her then and she shifted on top him, just as she had done back at his manse above the surface, her eyes looking deeply into his own as if searching already for the answer to a question she hadn't asked yet. Her fingers scratched up his torso moving his own so they would fall down her sides or her hips.
"What was taken to bring life to my heart?"
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 20, 2020 8:49:41 GMT -8
As she pressed into the palm of his hand and closed her eyes, he felt at peace sitting there with her. His existence of late had felt chaotic and pulled in very different directions all at once. What ever this was, it felt like some harmony within the Force. Perhaps it was the fact that there were no expectations. No preconceived notions or feelings between them. She had come seeking his help with healing her heart and leg. And as far as he had known, she had perished. She was one of the few among the Blackguard he had connected with and not hated. As much as she proclaimed to be a Sith, he sensed something within her. Promise, Power, Difference. And Peace. At least, a kind of peace.
He focused upon his breathing then, doing his best to calm it and remain calm as her hand touched his own. He offered no resistance as she lowered it down to her lap. He slightly leaned his head forward as she whispered his name. His breath catching for a moment as her fingers scratched gently through the fur of his thigh and then shifted atop his lap once more. He raised his face to meet her gaze as his grip shifted from her lap around to her hips. Gripping gently with his right hand, while his left hand tentatively ran up her side along her curves. As her fingers scratched up along his chest, he remembered to breath again as her question came Some of my own strength and power... But most of it came from the Living Force that flows through Sullust. Celestial bodies are filled with an abundance of the Living Force as it creates life and destroys life. I took a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of that near limitless potential... His left hand came up to rest upon her side where the scar was still clear upon her skin. He placed his palm flat against her chest over her second beating heart And placed it right here... Where it could nurture and heal something beautiful...
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Post by Vasari on Aug 12, 2020 7:06:42 GMT -8
Vasari moved closer to her, pressing herself against the palm of his hand as it pressed flat against her chest. She could hear the steady drum beat of her hearts and she could feel her own chest beating that steady beat that she has lived all her life to. She exhaled melting into the sound, which only served to melt further into Ifrit's arms and against his chest. Her hand came to his and instead of holding it tight to her beating heart she shifted it a little lower and guided him to cup her breast instead holding his large clawed hand to her. She had seen something of him when she was deep within his mind, a forgotten peace of him that the presence of the demon, or some enchantment of his own, or perhaps the Jedi within him had caused to bury it, but she had felt a connection between the three of them and it intrigued her more than anything else, but it also opened her mind to more of what this being beneath her slowly healing body really was.
"You're not at all what i had come to believe you to be..."She whispered this softly against the side of Ifrit's face, her lips brushing softly against his cheek as she did so."...I find myself being consistently... and pleasurably... surprised by you."
She pressed herself fully against his palm, a soft moan escaping her lips as she shifted her hips against his lap her actions seeming to take on a mind of their own as her twin hearts beat faster and faster, her skin growing hot to the touch. She knew that if she didn't stop soon there would be little to stop them later from falling into bed with one another. She considered it all for a moment and then let her hand trail slowly down his chest disappearing between their bodies as she paused in her movements long enough to look into Ifrit's eyes, her own open and wanting...
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Post by The Fallen on Aug 12, 2020 8:09:42 GMT -8
As she pressed against his hand, he could feel the beating duality of her twin hearts beneath the palm of his hand. Something that had been missing when she had arrived here, but that he had helped return. He didn't take his gaze off her, focusing his attention from their surroundings upon Vasari and himself exclusively. Everything beyond their entwined forms upon the couch ceased to exist to him. His right hand seemed to slip further around her waist as she melted in against his chest, his hand splaying out upon the small of her back. He offered no resistance as she moved his grip down, his hand cupping her breast as she held his hand there. A smirk cross his lips as she spoke, taking a deep inhane as her lips brushed against his cheek Is that so? His voice was a lot more gruff and deep as the distance between them seemed to continue to vanish Surprises aren't the only pleasurable thing... His own heart had started to increase its rhythm while his breathing become more heated and laboured as she pressed against his palm. His hand massaged her breast as his hips shifted back up against her own actions. He tilted his head to the side slightly as he regarded the look within her eyes. Emotions which he mirrored within the Force, making no attempt to hold them back as he lowered his face closer to his. His right hand sliding gently up Vasari's back, pulling her gently closer in. The bright green glow of his eyes seemed to dim beneath the strip of cloth that wrapped across his face as he ceased caring about anything else in that moment. What he could no longer convey with his eyes, he expressed in the kiss as his lips met hers...
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Post by Vasari on Aug 27, 2020 13:54:35 GMT -8
Vasari's mind was reeling with the emotions and feelings brought on by the situation she had worked herself into. Atop this demon, his hands on her, her lips on his, the steadily increasing drum beat of her beating hearts. Every emotion and reaction and expression her body gave off was one of pleasure and contentment, as if it was purposeful, as if she had been trained from birth to do nothing else but exhibit these signs to be picked up on by men, or women... perhaps even a few gender neutral species. Every sigh was one of passion and failing self restraint, but at the heart of the matter she was more in control than she seemed - yet as she worked her tongue between his lips capturing and battling with his own for dominance of their linked mouths her mind was separating and spreading across the seas of raw consciousness, even when she broke away from his lips to speak with at husky and sensuous growl.
"Take me to bed, Demon..."
Just like that she gave in, collapsing against him with redoubled passion, her nails clawing at him with need and passion. Her voice still echoed in her own ears, the touch of a command mixed in with obvious passion. Her mind was everywhere at once, assaulting his senses and defenses from every possible angle. The lack of order and control did not seem to stunt her power in the least, in point of fact it made her harder to anticipate, harder to defend against, and harder to read. It was like pressing your ear to a door and attempting to hear a single voice among hundreds shouting on the other side. Just as she clawed at his body for dominance she clawed at his mind and even his magical defenses as well, her nails scraping hard against his warded chest, her core pressing down to attack what little physical resistance he still had, and her mind slamming against every wall of his like a breaking wave.
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Post by The Fallen on Aug 28, 2020 6:11:08 GMT -8
Gladly... He responded in a growl of his own. His hands grabbed possessively at Vasari, groping and holding her tightly against his body. His lips traveled down her neck, kissing and biting as he rose up from the couch. His hand that had pressed against her back, had now slid back down her spine and gripped tightly to her lovely posterior. Keeping her held up as his hand that had been groping at her breast slid around to her back. His face pressing in deep against her chest as his clawed digits dragged down her back. He peppered her with kisses and bites as he held her there for a moment. Breathing her in deeply.
There appeared no resistance nor defences against which needed breaking. His hand slid back up and roughly gripped her shoulder as he moved them across the room to his bed. He let her slide down his body, allowing him to roughly mash his lips against hers. Beginning the fight for dominance within that kiss once more. Where Vasari might have been in control deep down, Ifrit was not all that in control. His hunger for her had gotten the better of him as she had invited him in further. In that moment, she had become his one weakness. Wards and barriers still remained that would protect him from anything fatally dangerous. But all else was lost or surrendered.
Without warning, he bent over and pressed her back against the surface of the bed. His right hand shifted once more, sliding up along the underside of her thigh. Gently dragging his claws across her skin. A primal desire emanated from his being then, with a singular hunger for her and her alone...
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Post by Vasari on Aug 29, 2020 13:34:43 GMT -8
Vasari growled in response as he lifted her up into his arms and nipped and bit at his throat and shoulders as he moved her onto the bed. Her nails dug into his skin deeper with each raking pull against his flesh and even as she fell back onto the bed with a gentle gasp of surprise her eyes were wide and bright looking him over - her eyes were inquisitive and searching but what she was looking for wasn't voiced or even hinted at by her actions - unless it was his enjoyment of the moment. She reached up and pulled him down into her, her legs wrapping hungrily around his waist pulling her closer as his lips returned to her own, a moan escaping them as she felt his weight against her.
"Take me..."She growled hungrily against his open mouth between kisses, her Dathomirian accent growing thick with emotion.
Her mental presence within his mind only grew more powerful as the waves of her subconscious thought remained uncontested. Washing over the walls of his own mind she filled him with a direct link to the pleasure she was taking from the moment, and even as her lips muttered a soft binding between their two minds in her native tongue he could feel her own heat rising. Her hands slipped up his chest and her arms snaked around his neck as she lifted herself against him rubbing her torso and hips against his body touching as much of him as possible as she muttered another binding against his own lips the language alien to him but the meaning of the second spell quite clear when he felt a heat grow within his lower abdomen, and a wicked smile took her lips before she bit at his own playfully. Every action she took pushing him towards the edge of losing his grip on every slip of self control he had remaining. She wanted him reckless and wild... she wanted the animal, the demon within him.
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Post by The Fallen on Aug 29, 2020 21:50:26 GMT -8
He groaned and smiled in response to her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him down onto her. He pinned her down against the bed as the last vestments of clothing he wore were discarded. With that singular command and wish from her given though, he hungrily kissed her while his grip upon her tightened. For the time being, he ignored the binding spell, letting it work and go. Some part of his subconscious was curious to see just what it would do and what she was attempting here. His hands moved across her body without hesitation, exploring every rise and fall of her figure. All the while feeling the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Which served to raise his own enjoyment of the moment and desire to take her.
He let their entwined bodies fall into the bed, shifting his posture to gain purchase and access to her. The green glow of his eyes increased in intensity as he moved closer and closer towards blurring the line between their bodies. His right hand clawed and gripped at her leg, while his left hand slid up and pulled back upon her head. Allowing him to bury his face into her neck, where he kissed and bit at her. Like a predator going after its prey. The shade of his skin darkened as he gave in more and more to the hunger for her that consumed him Vasari... His voice was deep and filled with hunger and lust. All that remained now were his most basic defences, the parts of him which existed to keep him alive and his most base instincts
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Post by Vasari on Aug 31, 2020 8:53:17 GMT -8
Vasari's mindset was wild and chaotic, and in lacking any real sense of order it was nearly impossible to predict, and it seemed as she delved deeper into his mind, just as difficult to control and direct. When she had practiced what she was about to attempt before her mind was as honed as a blade of ramston steel, and her subject had been... honestly, rather weak minded. She had also used a series of well crafted illusions instead of actually giving her body to the man, a ruse that would not have worked with Ifrit. Ifrit required her full attention, her full commitment, a small amount of subtlety, and if she was being honest with her own abilities, no small degree of luck.
*Barely audible pleasurable mutterings in Dathomiri*Vasari's back arched into him and she whispered again in heavily accented basic"Ooooh... Allya... yes!"
Her pleasure wasn't feigned, as primal as Ifrit was getting he would notice feigned charmed pleasure for what it was, a lie. And even though she had split her mind thrice to accomplish what she was doing the piece of it dedicated to their lovemaking was growing more and more difficult to manage, the feelings and the sensations flooding her body - notably her lower abdomen and core were unlike nothing she had experienced before - yet she forced herself to purpose, this chance would not come along again.
Raising a hand and taking a firm hold on one horn she pulled hungrily at him, guiding his face to the hollow of her neck and moaning urging that primal side of him to bite down... to mark her... to claim her - all the while her own mind focused on the spell she was preparing. Her lips moved softly in Dathomiri, the sounds pleasurable and broken up enough to break the cadence of the spell that it did not sound like what it was - simply the pleasurable moanings of a girl making love with a man for the first time. That fact flooded Ifrit's mind, spilling over his emotional and mental defenses as she tensed and writhed beneath him - long sought prey finally cornered and ready to be devoured.
Her eyes opened hidden from visual sight and she spoke two spells on top of each other in time and cadence opposing to the other to further distract his omni-sight from what she was doing, and then her eyes flashed with green light and a mist escaped her eyes and fingers. Ifrit would feel the physical effects of the first spell, an aphrodisiac intended to get him drunk on pleasure and filled with the desire to please her - to please ONLY her. Also his more than fit body would feel on fire, as if he was injected with a stimulant a day ago and it had yet to calm. It was a spell perfectly crafted for what they were doing... and one that had made the Nightbrothers victims to the Daughters of Allya for centuries. Mating with one The Daughters was the most sought after pleasure of a young Nightbrother's existence.
"IFRIT!"She yelled out between her spell casting - her own body reacting to what was happening beyond her momentary control the first feelings of release building within her.
The green mist circled his body, his biceps, his torso, and even crowned his head before sinking into his flesh as the spell finally finished, subtle in its purpose, meant to be hid behind the casting to enhance his... well... everything, but far deeper, planted inside the very walls of his mental fortress, emerald chains of mist chaining the doors to the demon's cage, even seeking out the third presence within his mind - she would have to contend with her as well - a piece of her mind lay prepared for such a thing, should the foreign presence contest her will to bend not only Ifrit's body, but his mind to every whim of her pleasure, and her purpose.
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Post by The Fallen on Sept 7, 2020 5:46:48 GMT -8
Ifrit became lost in the pleasured sound of her voice as she arched her back against him. As much as he liked to believe himself completely in control, even he had to concede that such a thing was not always true. Even he had urges and desires which no man could tame. Vasari, whether knowingly or not, appealed to almost every single one of his. His grip tightened upon her as she pulled at his horn and moaned for him. He bared his teeth and sunk them hungrily into her tender flesh. Leaving the first of many marks upon her for the night. His grip shifted as he kissed down along the flat expanse of her stomach, simultaneously moving her up along the length of the bed.
While he might have been usually far more careful and on guard, he had let himself become far too drunk upon her. From the moment he met Vasari, a hunger had lingered deep within him. Something about the way she carried herself, about the power and balance of it within her. It had lurked in the darkness and had been stoked by the events of the last few days, suddenly blazing into an inferno within mere moments. It was this hunger that had provided the crack in his defenses. Her spell had merely to entwine with that which already existed to be unnoticed as it worked itself into him. He growled with a much deeper and longing hunger than before as his attentions fell upon her lower abdomen, feasting upon her in a more literal sense.
Even as the emerald chains of mist rattled against the great gates, seemingly hoping to contain the demon much deeper within, Tyrande remained hidden in the shadows. She was not the Demon's jailer, nor was she Ifrit's keeper and protector. She was but a passive observer, only interfering if it was absolutely necessary. Until the Zabrak Woman's actions would lead to Ifrit being mortally wounded, Tyrande would remain as she had. Truth be told, she had to admire the Dathomirian Witches combination of skill and luck which had made this possible. His mental capabilities were substantial, but there existed a handful of people around which he had a weakness. Vasari just happened to be one of them. And now she could exploit that weakness, whether known or unknown, for her own ends
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Post by Vasari on Sept 7, 2020 12:50:13 GMT -8
Vasari's screams of pleasure echoed about the room as the demon sank his teeth into her, her blood coating his lips even as her spell came to its conclusion. The effects of which would be unknown even to the caster for some time - had her mind been more focused on what she was attempting, and less focused on what he was doing to her lower abdomen right now she might have been able to tell the difference between her own spell and the blood magic that passed between them in that moment.
Vasari's eyes lidded as her lips ceased moving and she momentarily fell perfectly still, the spell complete, at least for the time being she had nothing to do but fall into the pleasures the demon was offering her body. She knew to secure him and his mind to her completely she would still have to complete the spell at least three more times, though she had a place to start, her own little space within his mind that would remain unknown to him unless he searched for it. This particular part of the spell was something she had stumbled upon before and should she wish it she could appear within his mind at a moments notice well past his defenses - though depending on his mental state and focus it might give her away.
*Mutters softly in Dathomiri*Her fingers curled into his hair and around his horn keeping him firmly in place as her head tilted back and she gave herself to him more deeply than the spell casting had need of. In truth she wanted to forget... and she wanted to start over... perhaps Ifrit could offer her a modicum of that, but unlike him she was more guarded.
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Post by The Fallen on Sept 12, 2020 2:53:58 GMT -8
Ifrit was too lost in his hunger for Vasari that he also did not pay much attention to the blood magic passing between them either. He was also only vaguely aware of the change in Vasari, from casting her spell and focusing upon it, to relaxing and losing herself to the moment. In some respects, it brought him some relief to know she was finally relaxing, and both his own native urge and those induced by her spell drove him to help ensure she could forget even if it was for just a few hours...
Ifrit awoke several hours later the next morning, sprawled out upon his back on the bed. His arms were wrapped securely around the naked form of Vasari, keeping her atop him. She looked beautiful and peaceful laying there asleep after the long night of passion that they had shared. Memories of which brough a smile to his face as he gently ran his hand up and down her back. Gently dragging his finger tips against her red and black skin. He leaned his face forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. There was work to be done and he had promised to aide her Good morning Vasari...
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Post by Vasari on Oct 12, 2020 19:20:56 GMT -8
Vasari's eyes fluttered when she felt Ifrit stir beneath her but she didn't move, nor open her eyes. She lay still, her breathing even as if still asleep and she remained there until she felt his lips press against her forehead and she blinked stifled a yawn and opened her eyes to look up at him. She didn't speak right away - taking a moment to stretch out against his body and even arched her back before running her hands up his chest and exhaling slightly.
"I don't believe i've slept that well since leaving Iridonia"
She heard the hint in his voice and it was a fair enough point, she had been abed for far to long as it was but as she rolled off him moments following a soft kiss to his chin - the only part of his face she could reach easily from her position atop him - she was reminded painfully of the cause. The scar on her side was healing quite quickly but was still sore and the movements she took even rolling off the bed seemed difficult to do with the same grace she was accustomed to. She hadn't worked out in nearly a two months, let alone stretched - she was out of shape and sore, and not only because of the previous night. Though when she took her feet she was reminded of that fact as well.
"I'm not against an early start... though this far down its difficult to know if its even morning or not..."
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Post by The Fallen on Oct 15, 2020 2:20:33 GMT -8
She was absolutely magnificent, sprawled out across his body as she stretched and arched her back. His hand followed the curvature of her back as she exhaled. A sly smile forming on his lips as she admitted to having had the best sleep in a while Well... I think we can certainly ensure many more restful nights of sleep... He chuckled as she kissed his chin and then somewhat struggled to gracefully remove herself from atop his form. Ifrit pushed himself up into a seated position and moved to the edge of the bed, watching her for a moment. He rose to his feet and wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up off the ground and cradling her against himself. This far beneath the rock, even his sight could not reach the surface. He pecked at her chest and neck with his lips, savouring the softness of her red and black tattooed skin Time does get hard to tell. But I have a solution... He focused his mind for a moment, the Force moving a control then which caused several holoscreens to flicker to life. A panoramic view from atop the volcano's lip appeared as a quasi window around eye level appeared. The sun was rising just over the farthest horizon, casting a growing light across the superheated surface Better? He carried her across the room, the connecting point between the two pressing together, before depositing her upon the kitchen bench. He put together a simple but filling breakfast to help them recover some of the energy they had spent the night before. Within moments he handed her a plate of hot food Some food, and then we can head up to the SoroSuub shipyards. Unless you have any objection?
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