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Dejahs'ecura
Our memories define us, make us who we are. I have no memories, only darkness.
A young man, no more than 25 years of age, stood rock still within the dark closet. His breath was steady, his eyes closed, fluttering slightly underneath closed lids. Muffled sounds, suddenly appearing outside the closed door, jerked him out of his slumber. "He's not here either. Must still be at the office, lost in his work as usual." As the sound of footsteps slowly faded away, the man finally managed to muster the strength to open his mouth and shout out a few words to call back the woman, but found he couldn't. Noticing for the first time something inside his mouth, gagging being the natural reaction, followed. He could not figure out what was inside his mouth, it felt warm, and alive. As the muffled thud of a door closing was heard, a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, whispering in a seductively sinister voice, "That was close, wasn't it? You didn't tell me mommy was coming to meet her little boy. Silly little boy, what if she had found us? You didn't want me to deal with her, did you?"
At once everything came rushing back to him, the twi'lek at the bar, her approaching him, the wild night that followed. Even now he could feel her warm body against his, pressing against his bare back, a lekku caressing his cheeks. In that instant he also realized what was in his mouth, the other lekku, stuffed in to prevent him from making a noise. A little while later, when the twi'lek was sure that they were once more alone in the house, the lekku slowly receded from the man's mouth. He immediately started to scream, but his throat was too dry to make any sound louder than a whisper. Pain, suppressed till now by the twi'lek's will, suddenly began flaring to life all over his body once more, returning in wave after wave of exquisite agony.
Opening the closet door, she dragged him into the room, the light of the setting sun the only illumination in the room. As she threw him violently on the bed, he registered more of his injuries, the right arm that had gone numb was broken for sure, a deep cut on his right cheek that burned excruciatingly whenever a drop of sweat rolled down to it. Forcing his way through the
pain, he turned himself so that he was lying on his back, facing his tormentor. Even through all his pain, his mind still registered the fact that she was completely naked, the light of the evening sun on her bare body making her look almost innocent. But then he realized that something was different from last night, aside from the sea of pain he was slowly drowning in, her body seemed different, a small detail was changed, something that he could not put his finger on. As she took a step forward, placing a knee on the bed, a similar memory from the previous night came rushing back to him. Her pushing him onto the bed, standing over him as she let her dress fall to the ground. And then it hit him, her skin, the tattoos. Her skin had seemed red not because of the light of the setting sun, her skin was indeed red. And the tattoos, the elaborate tattoos she was sporting now had not been there last night, but they only sparked his lust for her even more.
Standing there, one knee on the bed, Dejah looked over the pathetic excuse for a man who lay in front of her. His body covered in scars and bruises, dried up blood over much of his body. Even now she could feel it in him, that insatiable lust to have her, to devour her. His sick mind was what had gotten him into this situation, what had brought about his imminent doom. But still the sight of her body made him salivate like a dog. He truly deserved what he was about to get, she had no qualms about that. Stepping onto the bed she began slowly moving up his body, agonizing him with every touch on his body, opening up a closed wound here, pressing down on a broken bone there. Finally as she was face to face with him, she looked into his eyes, her own eyes burning a sulphuric yellow, smiled innocently at him and asked one question, "Have you been a bad boy?"
Terror was the primary expression on his face, but lust and greed were also etched in, those emotions still strong enough within him to make him nod slowly in response. She then gave him what he desired, herself taking pleasure in the mixed expressions of terror and pleasure evident on his face, emanating from him in the Force. This was her vice, these mixed feelings flowing over her, around her, through her. As he was lost more and more, waves of pleasure flowing over his body, she suddenly stopped and bent down over him, her face a few centimeters from his. As he opened his eyes he immediately noticed the knife in her hand, tracing out patters on his left ear. Finally realizing the true gravity of his situation he could only manage to bring himself to utter just one word, "Why?"
Looking into his eyes, she leaned forward and gave him one last kiss, using her lekku to press into the gash on his right cheek, sending further waves of agony racing through his body. Slowly moving her face to his side, her mouth now right next to his right ear, she slowly whispered in the same seductive voice in which she had first spoken to him. "Because I can..... because you deserve it."
The knife was plunged deep into him at the same instance as when she spoke the last words, his extinguishing presence in the Force making her culminate in waves of euphoria. She lay there for some time, idly playing with the now dead man. Finally, satisfied, she rose from the bed and headed for the shower. Less than an half hour later a rutian twi'lek was seem exiting the building complex, her skin now turquoise in hue, a briefcase in her hands, an innocent and polite smile on her face. Her job done, the red demon had once more vanishing into the shadows.
INFORMATION
LIGHTSABER
A single crimson-bladed lightsaber with a slightly elongated hilt notched with crisscrossing grooves. The pommel is somewhat tear-drop shaped with a red ruby set into it.
FORCE POWERS
Alter Image
Hibernation trance
Force Barrier
Tutaminis
Force Concealment
Tapas
LIGHTSABER FORMS
Form IV: Ataru
Form VI: Niman
ROLE-PLAYS
Blood for the Devoted
Our memories define us, make us who we are. I have no memories, only darkness.
A young man, no more than 25 years of age, stood rock still within the dark closet. His breath was steady, his eyes closed, fluttering slightly underneath closed lids. Muffled sounds, suddenly appearing outside the closed door, jerked him out of his slumber. "He's not here either. Must still be at the office, lost in his work as usual." As the sound of footsteps slowly faded away, the man finally managed to muster the strength to open his mouth and shout out a few words to call back the woman, but found he couldn't. Noticing for the first time something inside his mouth, gagging being the natural reaction, followed. He could not figure out what was inside his mouth, it felt warm, and alive. As the muffled thud of a door closing was heard, a voice suddenly appeared in his ears, whispering in a seductively sinister voice, "That was close, wasn't it? You didn't tell me mommy was coming to meet her little boy. Silly little boy, what if she had found us? You didn't want me to deal with her, did you?"
At once everything came rushing back to him, the twi'lek at the bar, her approaching him, the wild night that followed. Even now he could feel her warm body against his, pressing against his bare back, a lekku caressing his cheeks. In that instant he also realized what was in his mouth, the other lekku, stuffed in to prevent him from making a noise. A little while later, when the twi'lek was sure that they were once more alone in the house, the lekku slowly receded from the man's mouth. He immediately started to scream, but his throat was too dry to make any sound louder than a whisper. Pain, suppressed till now by the twi'lek's will, suddenly began flaring to life all over his body once more, returning in wave after wave of exquisite agony.
Opening the closet door, she dragged him into the room, the light of the setting sun the only illumination in the room. As she threw him violently on the bed, he registered more of his injuries, the right arm that had gone numb was broken for sure, a deep cut on his right cheek that burned excruciatingly whenever a drop of sweat rolled down to it. Forcing his way through the
pain, he turned himself so that he was lying on his back, facing his tormentor. Even through all his pain, his mind still registered the fact that she was completely naked, the light of the evening sun on her bare body making her look almost innocent. But then he realized that something was different from last night, aside from the sea of pain he was slowly drowning in, her body seemed different, a small detail was changed, something that he could not put his finger on. As she took a step forward, placing a knee on the bed, a similar memory from the previous night came rushing back to him. Her pushing him onto the bed, standing over him as she let her dress fall to the ground. And then it hit him, her skin, the tattoos. Her skin had seemed red not because of the light of the setting sun, her skin was indeed red. And the tattoos, the elaborate tattoos she was sporting now had not been there last night, but they only sparked his lust for her even more.
Standing there, one knee on the bed, Dejah looked over the pathetic excuse for a man who lay in front of her. His body covered in scars and bruises, dried up blood over much of his body. Even now she could feel it in him, that insatiable lust to have her, to devour her. His sick mind was what had gotten him into this situation, what had brought about his imminent doom. But still the sight of her body made him salivate like a dog. He truly deserved what he was about to get, she had no qualms about that. Stepping onto the bed she began slowly moving up his body, agonizing him with every touch on his body, opening up a closed wound here, pressing down on a broken bone there. Finally as she was face to face with him, she looked into his eyes, her own eyes burning a sulphuric yellow, smiled innocently at him and asked one question, "Have you been a bad boy?"
Terror was the primary expression on his face, but lust and greed were also etched in, those emotions still strong enough within him to make him nod slowly in response. She then gave him what he desired, herself taking pleasure in the mixed expressions of terror and pleasure evident on his face, emanating from him in the Force. This was her vice, these mixed feelings flowing over her, around her, through her. As he was lost more and more, waves of pleasure flowing over his body, she suddenly stopped and bent down over him, her face a few centimeters from his. As he opened his eyes he immediately noticed the knife in her hand, tracing out patters on his left ear. Finally realizing the true gravity of his situation he could only manage to bring himself to utter just one word, "Why?"
Looking into his eyes, she leaned forward and gave him one last kiss, using her lekku to press into the gash on his right cheek, sending further waves of agony racing through his body. Slowly moving her face to his side, her mouth now right next to his right ear, she slowly whispered in the same seductive voice in which she had first spoken to him. "Because I can..... because you deserve it."
The knife was plunged deep into him at the same instance as when she spoke the last words, his extinguishing presence in the Force making her culminate in waves of euphoria. She lay there for some time, idly playing with the now dead man. Finally, satisfied, she rose from the bed and headed for the shower. Less than an half hour later a rutian twi'lek was seem exiting the building complex, her skin now turquoise in hue, a briefcase in her hands, an innocent and polite smile on her face. Her job done, the red demon had once more vanishing into the shadows.
INFORMATION
NAME:
Dejahs'ecura (Dejah Secura)
FACTION:
Labous an Ankou
RANK:
Collector
SPECIES:
Lethan Twi'lek
AGE:
23
GENDER:
Female
HEIGHT:
1.78 meters
WEIGHT:
164 Pounds
EYES:
Yellow
SKIN:
Red
Dejahs'ecura (Dejah Secura)
FACTION:
Labous an Ankou
RANK:
Collector
SPECIES:
Lethan Twi'lek
AGE:
23
GENDER:
Female
HEIGHT:
1.78 meters
WEIGHT:
164 Pounds
EYES:
Yellow
SKIN:
Red
A single crimson-bladed lightsaber with a slightly elongated hilt notched with crisscrossing grooves. The pommel is somewhat tear-drop shaped with a red ruby set into it.
FORCE POWERS
Alter Image
Hibernation trance
Force Barrier
Tutaminis
Force Concealment
Tapas
LIGHTSABER FORMS
Form IV: Ataru
Form VI: Niman
ROLE-PLAYS
Blood for the Devoted
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