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Raze watched her quietly, knowing she was pulling from the energies around her. He considered her question asking if he were certain, and she wouldn’t see the amusement that glinted beneath the helmet.

“I don’t say things simply to say them,” Raze stated flatly. If he spoke, there was truth to it. He turned and walked further into the ruins, using the Force to move some chunks of debris away. After walking for a bit, he spotted what appeared to be an old, cracked throne.

Raze walked towards it, brushing his gloved fingers along the stone armrests. The back of the stone seat was half cracked and the other armrest was missing. Nevertheless, it was positioned directly in the center of the ruins, the moon’s glow shining on it.

Amused, Raze casually sat down on the throne, easing back as if it were his. His arm lazily draped over the intact armrest. He could see Malicia from here and addressed her again.

“Only you can help yourself in the end. Reliance on others for your predicament simply makes you weak and leaves them with leverage over you. You grow dependent on them. Take what you need but forge your own path and seek your own solutions.”

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Malicia turned, sensing what she assumed was some sort of amusement from him before answering. What followed was an answer that gave her a boost. A boost of... hope? One she never thought she'd need. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was possible to gain full control over herself.

She'd lived up until now accepting her fate to completely lose control. Those shackles fell away, shattering with a wave of relief. Shackles that, once again, she wasn't even aware were there. Was that why her hunger stared at Raze in her vision? Did it fear Raze's mind?

She watched the Sith Lord step through the ruins. The side of her senses tugged at her while he causally tossed aside crumbled ruins. He unveiled a throne. Now that caught Malicia's attention. Her own footsteps brought her closer to the throne, even while Raze turned and sat in it, clearly making himself comfortable.

His following words were met with silence at the beginning. They caused her to think, though she continued to move forward. The small council member stopped in front of Raze. Her height only allowed her to stand slightly taller than him in a sitting position, though clearly their height difference did not bother her at all. She gazed down at him, listening to the man while finish speaking. He was right. And? She already knew all that. It was weak, she simply choose to ignore it because she didn't think she had a better path.

"You're right," Malicia said, her yellow eyes drifting over the Lord who sat so comfortably on an ancient throne. "But when did this become a lesson?" she asked, turning on her heels. Her pale, slender fingers ran along the side of the armrest. Not touching Raze, only moving around him. Malicia stepped around the throne, allowing her hand to play around the edges as she did. "I thought you were simply picking at me out of curiosity." That wasn't entirely true, though she was still curious about his answer.

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Raze remained unmoving from his throne. He sat as if he belonged there all along, his posture lazy and casual as a king that had been king for far too long. He tilted his head as he rested his chin on his curled fingers. Raze envisioned lines and lines of subjects that would have stood before him hundreds of years ago. The times changed and the sun rose and set on empires and kings. All that remained were these remains and the haunting memories of the past. He could still clearly picture the stone floors and the grand columns and structures that would have been the royal chambers.

He was distracted from his thoughts as Malicia spoke, standing over him while he was seated. Her silvery strands caught the moonlight, rippling like an avalanche from the winds. The light gave her skin almost an ethereal glow, the eyes of a predator staring back at him.

Raze felt her fingers run along the armrest, dangerously close to him. He made no move towards her, keeping his very lazy posture and his gaze trained ahead.

Am I picking at you?”
He asked without looking at her, his chin still resting on his fist as he was slanted to the side, “Or is it simply my mere presence that vexes you?” Raze asked flatly, looking ahead while she walked around him. He was keenly aware of every bit of her movements.

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She listened. A small frown formed at his answer, though it had the very odd effect of both annoying her and making her even more interested in him. How did that even work? Malicia did not allow herself to feel strongly at first, holding herself back for the moment. Did he enjoy vexing her? He said it with such ease.

When she made it all the way around the throne, her hand fell to her side at first, met with the missing armrest. Raze seemed so comfortable, confident.

Malicia stopped in front of him again, though this time she leaned forward towards him. Risky, yet he should know that he had prompted this from her. Maybe even on purpose. She placed a hand on the side of the armrest to support her as she leaned even closer, slowly. Her other hand rested on the back of the throne. Because of her size, her arm was, once again, very close to him, unless Raze made some sort of move to stop her. He wouldn't sense danger from her, but he'd know that he'd stirred something in her again.

The small, but near fearless little Darth leaned so close that her face was inches away from Raze's taunting helmet. He'd see that burning curiosity in her yellow, predatory eyes again. They gazed fiercely into his helmet. Though, she smiled a little, contrasting her annoyance at him. "You're right," she said, adding, "Again" after.

"But that still leaves the why. Why vex me?" she asked, keeping her yellow eyes firmly on him, though her head tipped as it did-- ever so slightly. "Are you trying to drive me mad?"

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The gaze beneath the helmet was as stoic as it was externally. Silvers were always frosty, unwavering and piercing. The visor conveyed that look perfectly, and his body language betrayed nothing. His mind was an impenetrable fortress that would devour those that attempted. When he danced this dance, he led it. When he relinquished any manner of control, it was as he willed it. Everything about him was methodical, and that was true even in the casual way he remained poised and unmoving.

The small, almost dainty Sith Lord leaned in towards him. Strands of her hair fell around them like a veil, some of them brushed by the wind and grazing against him. Malicia would see her own reflection on the surface of his helmet. The visor was dark and empty, not revealing anything. Raze heard her multiple questions, and he was perfectly comfortable with how close she was. He picked and chose which question to answer, preferring to address the second alone.

Raze tilted his head slightly as he leaned in just a bit closer so the helmet was a hair’s breadth away from her neck and by her ear. His voice rumbled close enough to where she would feel the vibrations of his deep, modulated voice against her skin, “Is it working?”

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She wanted to pretend it didn't happen. That the rumbling of his deep, modulated voice against her soft neck sent a chill through her body. Her yellow eyes shot to the side, away from him and she felt a moment of weakness. He was so close to her. He'd closed the gap so much, in a way she tried to avoid.

Her body fought against two instincts. The instinct to pull away and her, very personal instinct to stubbornly stand fast against him. She remained in place, but still after the pause spoke an almost painful "Yes".

It was terrifying to give any manner of power away, and yet Raze had managed to take it from her. She was almost always in control. Even when people thought they were in control of her. She purposefully made herself appear weaker, smaller and used it to her advantage when people ate it up. But Raze wasn't one of them, he was actually more dominate than her, something she'd never experienced before.

"Does that make you happy?" she asked as her fingers curled against the cold stone. She kept her eyes away from him, unwilling to stare at the helmet anymore.

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Raze could sense the ripples in her emotions and resolve. It was a delicious scent picked up by the beast that roiled within him. He could sense doubt, desire and rage all whirling around her. He was perfectly still through it all, having drawn back to his original position after his teasing response to her question. The Sith Lord’s demeanor was cold and icy, and it would be enough to line Malicia’s skin with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the night air.

He heard her admission and the subsequent question, knowing she was toeing the thin line that threatened to push her into rage. Raze had rage of his own, and he had ways to combat any other beast that stood against him. There was no aggression from him, and he operated with a refined scalpel instead of a sledgehammer.

While he didn’t move a muscle, Malicia would feel the Force coil around her almost delicately. It nudged her forth just enough to draw her in and disbalance her to where she would sit on his lap on the throne while facing him. His arms remained where they were, giving her plenty of warning and opportunity to prevent the entire maneuver or back away shortly after. The move was casual and lazy, just as his pose had been. He was perfectly unconcerned about having her now sitting on him, the helmet much closer to her face.

“Perhaps as happy as it makes you,” His voice rumbled quietly. She would be able to sense the chill from him, and she was close enough to draw in his scent, a distinct expensive cologne he wore specifically when he took on his Raze persona.

“It will certainly not make your cultists happy,” He said after a moment, thoroughly entertained.

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He was so cold, so icy that chills crept along her skin. Worse, his demeanour gave her nothing to grasp onto to feed her anger. A thought which was suddenly pushed aside when the Force wrapped around her and urged her forward. His Force.

In that moment Malicia wasn't sure if she should pull away or fall forward, but she fell forward onto his lap. Her lithe figure landed softly in the middle of his much larger, built figure. Both her hands came forward to prevent her from falling weakly all the way forward on him. Right away it struck her that he felt like a truck. A wall, and an impenetrable one in more than one way.

Both her legs were parted and to the sides of his. She'd never, never sat on anyone's lap. From this position, she looked up at him for a second, unsure what to do with the whirling mixed emotions, though the moment she laid her eyes on his taunting helmet she looked defiantly away again. And... felt a warmth in her cheeks that she was happy her half-mask hid. At least he couldn't have that.

His first words were met with silence, because he probably knew exactly how she felt. He mentioned her cultists after, and while her gaze was still idley elsewhere, she answered, "I am their goddess," with a plain voice, pointing it out again in order to continue, "They will do as I say and think the way I tell them to think. They are my sheep. Outside of total obedience, their thoughts do not concern me."

She shifted a bit in his lap, pausing a moment. "Why, do they concern you?" she asked, almost teasingly. They had, so far, seemed to simply amuse him, though she asked the question anyway to see his reaction.

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She was tiny against his frame, his broad shoulders almost as wide as the throne itself, which was built for much smaller kings. He didn’t move from his position, chin back to resting on his right fist as he looked at her. The helmet was fixed on her as if he were appraising art and contemplating deep meaning behind it. He watched her look away, saw the blush tinge her cheeks under the moonlight. He felt the heat of her body against his, and he was keenly aware of every little tremble and fidget.

Raze seldom showed mercy, and he showed none as he continued to gaze at her and watch her every move. It amused him that she refused to look at him, but he wouldn’t force it. His left arm came up at last, his fingers lazily tracing along the side of her thigh. He didn’t apply pressure but smoothly grazed along.

“No,” He said curtly “Does it displease you that I don’t submit to you like they do?” Raze’s fingers traced along her hip before they moved to her lower back, sliding up along her spine and teasing along the plates of armor. It was clear from his movements that he knew exactly how to remove the armor, but for now his fingers simply traveled around on her back.

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Her thighs tightened with a suddenness the moment she felt his touch. As a result, her legs were pulled together tightly around him. She hated him in that moment because she liked the feeling. Her resistance to him was dwindling.

She heard him speak again, opening her mouth only to close it with a short breath of surprise in when he decided to take the liberty of exploring more of her body. A fieriness burned at the edges of her eyes in reaction and she instantly dropped the concept of trying to refuse to look at him. She pushed upwards. Since her legs were tightly wrapped around his, she used him to keep herself propped up so that she could, once again, lean over him. At least, as much as her small frame could.

Both hands clutched the sides of his helmet and simply stayed in position, staring deeply into his dark, void-like visor. She couldn't see his eyes, but she knew he could see hers.

"Yes," she finally answered, her eyes remained fiery. She smiled very slightly against the emotions that he made her feel. "Because I'd command you around. I'd make you do everything I wanted and in exactly the way I pleased," she added, her nails digging into his helmet. "Does that displease you?" she asked.

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Raze felt her legs clamp around him, and still it didn’t draw an immediate reaction. He knew this game, and he knew his body, keeping his resolve despite the hunger that nagged at him. The visor gazed into the yellow eyes that looked back at him. There was fire and desire in them, and he also saw hints of frustration simmering beneath the surface. His own gaze was as steely as the helmet above it.

He was keenly aware of her hands around his helmet. After she had finished speaking, Raze gave a small, entertained chuckle that came through the distorted modulator as he considered her outlining what to do, “Then you’d know exactly what to expect and that sounds dull,” His head shifted back so it gingerly eased out of her grasp. He had no intention of letting her see his face unless it was on his terms.

While she was raised like that, Raze’s hands slid down her back, teasing along her spine. He continued to travel down, sliding slowly over her rear and then down the backs of her thighs. His hands clutched there and he rose up to stand, keeping her legs around him and lifting her up with ease. He walked over and pressed her back against a column. He held her there as his face leaned in to brush the cold helmet along the warm skin of her neck.

“I cannot be tamed,” He said simply as his body pressed firmly against hers, keeping her lifted and pinned against the pillar.

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Malicia's eyes remained locked on his helmet, and they moved as he he pulled away. Nails softly scrapped against his helmet until it was out of her grasp. His answer stoked the fire in her, and it was becoming too much for her to keep in check. He still refused to give her that one thing, even while he was laying his hands on her.

Her body moved with his touch and it almost felt like it was against her will, but it wasn't. She vented that fusteration by replacing his helmet with his shoulders, digging in her nails into as she bit her bottom lip to avoid another sharp breath in.

Air rushed between them. At his full height, Malicia was far off the ground than usual, and she looked down for a brief second as the thought processed and was cut off abruptly with the feeling of cold stone on her back. It clashed with the warmth of Raze's hard, hot body against her on the other side.

He leaned closer, causing her to breath in even if she'd been resisting. Without thinking she tightly wound her legs around him. "And neither can I," she grunted, even though he was on top of her. Even though she felt weak at the moment, she was never going to admit it.

The fire in her grew, and she growled at him in annoyance. Both her hands came down to his chest, sliding along it to try find a way under his armour. Wanting to steal that from him, to feel something other than his cold armour and hard grip.

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Raze felt her nails dig into his shoulders, and he welcomed the sensation. His entire back was full of self inflicted wounds and he was no stranger to pain. He felt her clamp tightly around him, and he pressed closer against her, not stopping her from undoing his armor. It was simply armorweave underneath, allowing her to feel along his toned chest. Her words drew out a grin that she wouldn’t see.

“I wouldn’t dream of taming you,” He said simply, his tone coming across frosty even with the distortion. Raze held her like that for a moment before he had other ideas. He stepped back slightly, lowering her to the ground. He spun her around so she faced the pillar.

Malicia would feel some shifting behind her and then Raze leaning in close again. She would feel dextrous fingers brush aside her hair and easily undo armor. This time, instead of cold metal, she would feel lips pressing against her skin as they traced along her shoulder and towards her neck. They were warm, and she would feel the tickle of the slightest bit of stubble on his face. Even the lightest nibble left marks on her pallid skin.

His grip on her was firm and it was abundantly clear that turning around was not an option. His hands traveled down her sides and to her lithe waist before settling on her hips. Raze purposely said nothing, speaking only with actions. Slow, excruciating actions.

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Malicia's fingers slid underneath his armour, spurred on by his answer. His hard muscles rippled under the tips of her soft fingers. The masses of muscles were taut, though she felt a soft vibration within the warmth and slid her hands along his skin as he simply held her there.

She stopped where she felt the the strongest vibration, which was just above his heart. It was a reminder that he was flesh and blood. And that so was she. Without any warning she curled her fingers and slid her nails down his chest. Not with the aid of the Force but with all the might her lithe form could muster, pouring all the energy of her conflicting emotions into it.

From that point she felt herself lower and spun to face away from him. His grip on her was tight and she didn't fight it, at least not physically. When she felt him next he was so much warmer, and his lips and stubble and warm, hot body brushed against her own.

He'd taken his helmet off and she couldn't turn around. And she couldn't do much to pour more of that energy into him because she was facing away. She felt his hands stop on her hips and she lowered her hands to his, gripping them. "You're maddening," she hissed, though her blush deepened and she was happy he couldn't see her face.

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Raze didn’t need to see her face to know what he was doing to her. Her skin was far too pale to keep the color off. It was a dangerous game they played, and even now the howls of the tuk’ata could be heard far in the distance. Her cultists were likely patrolling areas. There could be Massassi scouts spying. And yet none of that mattered right now.

While Emryc took more time and focused far more on pleasing, Raze was methodical and more direct. There was hunger and urgency in his movements and in the way he bit against her skin and unapologetically left marks along her shoulder and neck. He felt her hands over his and he withdrew his own. Fingers worked to unclasp more plates of her armor, letting them fall aside.

“What else am I?” He all but growled as he asked her, pinning her upper body almost harshly against the pillar. He wanted to watch the way her back arched and curved. She felt small and almost frail against him, and he knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. There was a thrill to holding such a powerful beast in his grasp, one that could devour worlds and lay waste to all around it.

The sense of urgency manifested in the way he worked to continue undressing her. His hands found their way around her waist, easily undoing the belt there and casting it aside. Fingers, sans gloves, dipped just slightly into the waistband beneath her stomach but not enough. His other hand came up to clutch her hair, tilting her head up slightly as his face leaned in close to her ear.

“What else am I?” He asked again.

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Hot, painful bites sent waves of pain and ecstasy through her lithe form, obliterating the last vestige of her minds defences. The sensations forced her to arch her back and tremble.

His question was followed by more pain. He pushed her. Roughly. Her upper body, her breasts, were painfully forced up against the cold pillar, and she growled weakly in frustration, almost whimpering. She answered honestly, the words falling from her lips,"A bastard."

She breathed out suddenly when he jerked her back. Pain cascaded through her body again, leaving a sense of satisfaction in its terrible wake. Another honest answer forced its way out of her throat, "...Intoxicating."

The moment the warmth of his fingers slipped under her waistband, her body pulled away, but it was met by his. And again, she couldn't do anything back to him. It was torturous.

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Raze heard her words and the way they became more and more strained. She would feel his lips curl against her skin to let her know very clearly that he was entertained and smiling at this. It was another reminder of the game they played, the game where he was setting the rules. Clothing was pushed away and goosebumps lined the skin from the cool air brushing against it.

He knew just what to do, and he didn’t need to look at her to do so. Every tremble, the way she gasped or sighed, the way she breathlessly spoke, the way her body betrayed her were all clues to drive him forward. Raze only moved forth when the path was laid out before him. His gestures remained purposely slow and excruciating until she pleaded with him to keep going. He had asked her several questions along the way, all of which she had to answer before he proceeded.

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It was some time later when he kept her facing the pillar. He had stepped back to dress himself. He hadn’t bothered taking anything off entirely, simply doing the bare minimum to get done whatever he wanted. Heart rate remained elevated and his breathing was still calming down from the high. He glanced down at her skin that was flushed and the places where he had left marks. The monster that dwelled within her had made an appearance here and there. The pillar had deep cracks in it and chunks of it broke off on the other side.

She could turn now if she pleased, and she would see that same steely gaze gazing back at her. Raze had no qualms with openly staring at her in whatever way he pleased, “I enjoy looking at you,” He said simply, admiring every curve and her exquisite skin in silence. She couldn’t exactly say the same - he hadn’t allowed her to turn. It was a big gamble, especially now that his face was splashed across the galaxy. However, he still thoroughly enjoyed the dance he had with her and knew he desired it more after this.

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Malicia breathed in deeply. There was a little shakiness to it that she would've tried to hide if she actually had the desire or the energy. But she didn't. It was impossible to slip back into her defensive mindset right now. Her mind needed time to process everything.

Raze's modulated voice stole that from her though and she frowned a bit. Of course he put his armour back on. He hadn't let her see him. It was still disappointing on some level. She turned back to him, and then his words finally sank it.

Despite the fact that he'd just completely ravaged her body, she felt her cheeks warm up. "Are you saying that to tease me?" she asked, her eyes flicked over his armour, not that he needed any type of gesture to know what she was talking about.

Her eyes ended up lingering over his chest where she'd scratched him. Oddly, she drew some satisfaction from marking his body before he hid it it from her again. She wasn't sure how hard she'd managed to scratch him; considering he was a Sith Lord the scratches would probably be gone within hours. Still, the fact she'd put them there in the first place was enough for her.

She felt her toes catch on something when she moved again. Looking down, it suddenly dawned on her how... scattered her clothing and armour was. She bent down and grabbed her coat, draping it over her body before looking up at him again.

The sound of shuffling caught her attention.

Both her hands gripped her coat and pulled it so it covered the front of her as much as it could without buttoning it up. "Mother..." a voice brought her eyes to one of her cultists. He was half-hidden behind some debris and seemed nervous.

"Come here," Malicia commanded, less harsh than she thought it'd come out considering he could've seen a lot depending on how long he'd been standing there. He came as commanded, though there was a slow shuffle in his walk and his eyes were most certainly not on her at first. "A message arrived at camp from the pureblood king."

"I wanted time to wash..." Malicia mumbled to herself almost instantly, not really replying to him. Her eyes wandered off and it was clearly not a behavour her cultist was use to since he seemed surprised.

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Raze didn’t shift from where he stood as she turned and addressed him. He stared for a moment before responding, “I’m expressing my desires to look at you more often,” He said flatly. He watched her gather her clothing. He could have assisted her, but then he preferred watching her current state of attire more.

He looked over sharply when the other figure emerged. Beneath his helmet, his eyes narrowed at missing that presence. It could have been any of the king’s purebloods out here to attack. Raze observed quietly as the cultist awkwardly spoke, Malicia caught off guard. Her answer brought a grin beneath the helmet at her suggestion of washing, “You will certainly need to after that,” He muttered more to himself than anyone else, barely audible.

Raze turned to look at the cultist, his demeanor shifting easily back into work mode, “Has the king summoned us?”

“I don’t answer to you!” The cultist hissed back, surprisingly angry. Perhaps he had seen more than he let on.

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She had mixed feelings about his answer, though there wasn't any denying that she enjoyed his... company. Her head tipped slightly at him, and her cheeks flushed when she caught some of his mutter. Why did he have to say it near someone else?

Her cultist lashed out at Raze. Right in front of her. Both a first and suprise to her. While she was aware they snuck around her back and investigated those close to her, this was different. "You will listen to him," she snapped, letting out a sigh after. Her cultists could be a pain. A small price for an army, yet still a price.

"Of course mother. To every word and command," he answered, lowering his head. "The king did send a summons for you both..." he hesitated for a second, then looked like he was done until he piped up again, "but mother he is no God! Its improper that he...the Children must protect you mother!"

"Enough," she grunted. All she wanted was to bath right now, not deal with this.

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