Massassi Sapphire
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tinhuvielFurther warnings for folks faint of heart in regard to sexually explicit material. Go no further, weasels! Pervs may proceed.
THE MASSASSI SAPPHIRE
The Wounding of Pride
Invading my own value, parading my shy security while gripping my innocence - thief. Whenever you steal, my punishment's real. You gave me sorrow. ~Delerium "Enchanted"
Lord Maul heard his captor's approach. His sharp senses were even more heightened by the Massassi Sapphire's proximity, making it difficult to focus from the overwhelming awareness of not only everything around him, but also of his own body. It seemed as though Maul's own carnality, by no means inhibited, had flared in an intensity that had only seemed to increase with his earlier attempt to relieve himself of his wanton inclinations. The footsteps stopped at the edge of the pit and Maul looked up to meet Seshat's eyes. They were different than before ~ glazed and licentious.
Maul suddenly felt as though a great hand scooped him up and lifted him to the edge of the pit. He still couldn't sense very much of the Force in the power the woman was using but, what he did sense, Maul noted it was now tinged with the Darkside. Seshat deposited Maul on his feet before her, still holding him fast. There Seshat stood, draped in white gossamer, shining like a being of light from the days of myth. He watched, powerless, furious, and fascinated, as his lightsabre was whisked from his belt, landing in Seshat's waiting hand. She looked at the weapon in curiosity, then threw it into the bushes.
She pushed at Maul with invisible promptings until he was between two young trees. There, between the trees, Seshat bound Maul's hands with the ropes and placed a seal on them that the Sith Lord couldn't break with the Force. Standing back from him, Seshat studied Maul with disdain and pushed him to the ground, the ropes going taught.
"You dare enter my dreams?" She said, anger clouding her gentle voice. "All your power, all your training, and you've been overwhelmed by a forest girl."
Her words cut Darth Maul deeper than any sabre could have. He struggled against his bonds to no avail. But Seshat quietly laughed and fell down beside him, whispering in his ear.
"I could be your worst nightmare."
Maul's robes were instantly whisked away and Seshat stood, circling the Sith Lord. Staring down at him, Seshat noted that he was exactly as she had dreamt him: the shade of midnight with jagged red slashes gracing his lithe body. He reminded her of a tiger in his appearance and demeanor and Seshat found herself holding her breath with the excitement this alien man inspired in her. Her eyes trailed slowly down his taught body and rested on his erect penis, lying rigid against the Sith Lord's stomach, it's head brutally scarlet. How did he endure the pain of the genital tattoo? She wondered. Seshat prodded Maul's organ casually with her toes and, against his strongest Will, Maul's hips raised in response to her touch.
"You really have no control at all, do you, Sith animal?"
Maul shot Seshat a look filled with all the hatred he could muster. How dare she speak to him, who was her better in every way, in such a manner? When he was shed of these traps the Earthwoman had so deftly woven around him, Maul would surely kill her.
Trailing her foot up and down his throbbing shaft, Seshat smiled joylessly. Again, she drew near to Maul's face, her cool hands on his chest.
"It's all a ruse, isn't it, Sith animal? You really have no control. Had you the control I'd heard your Order were masters of, you wouldn't be prone here on the forest floor, the toy of a 'barely sentient lifeform on a primitive planet.'" Seshat quoted Sidious as though she had actually been there when the Sith Master had ordered Maul to Earth to find the Massassi Sapphire.
"Your own carnality enslaves you," she said, gripping firmly onto Maul's penis, making him instinctively thrust at her, shaming and angering him even more. Seshat straddled the Sith Lord's chest and he could feel the hot wetness of her spread out across his nipples. Slowly, with a deliciousness Maul couldn't deny, however much he tried to, the Earth girl placed her lips against his and kissed him gently and with a lingering sweetness. She tasted like lotus and blackberry, a child of nature.
Maul probed her mind at this moment, sensing a brief weakness, an opening in her barrier. Yes, he could feel the Massassi Sapphire's influence upon the Earth child, who wasn't a child at all. He saw a hapless, homeless girl, whisked away from the hell of the city and trained by the Botanists for her distinct abilities in Earth Magicks and the manipulation of natural energies: a social castaway whose own people were incapable of seeing the gift that walked amongst them. But her days as pariah had marked her with the potential for darkness ~ a weakness in the wall of Light that had surrounded Seshat for so long, keeping her young beyond the years normally allowed. It was that stain that widened now, with the arrival of the Sith and the awakening of the Massassi Sapphire. Her derision of Maul was as much for herself as it was for him, Maul realised. Still, it made him feel no less angry towards Seshat, only less furious with himself at falling into this strangely powerful trap.
And indeed, she was beautiful, this alien woman with leaves framing her face and white fabric clinging invitingly to her ample body. Her gold-specked blue eyes shone excitedly from her olive-skinned visage, the vision of erotic madness. And the warm wetness that trailed down his chest and tickled his armpits drove Maul to distraction, regardless of his mental protests.
Seshat moved her mouth away from Maul's and began to trail her tongue along the base of Maul's frontal horn. Maul's felt the skin at the base of the horn tighten with arousal and his testes began to ache for release. Against his Will, Maul moaned in response to this irresistible stimulation.
When he moaned, Seshat drew the entire horn into her mouth, letting her tongue explore it's ridges and valleys, concentrating on the point of growth, the sensitive base where the skin seemed to twitch with an enchanting anticipation at her probings. Maul began to chuff, the arousal was too much for him. He must have release.
"Untie me," he said to her, prompting the command with a push from the Force.
Seshat reared back and struck the Sith Lord across the face with all her might. "You try to influence me like that again and I'll bite your fucking horns off, Sith animal!"
The blow brought tears to Maul's eyes and he responded by spitting in Seshat's face, fully expecting another hard slap, but too angry to care. Instead, Seshat devoured Maul's mouth with an uncanny hunger, grinding her wetness against his chest.
She is mad, Maul thought. The Sapphire has taken her over.
Seshat moved up and covered Maul's face with her flowing mound. Her muskiness enveloped Maul's senses and he instinctively lapped at the soft folds of skin, delighting in Seshat's juices, as the Earthwoman roughly stroked the bases of Maul's horns. The Sith Lord's penis began to twitch with the promise of climax and his testicles felt near to bursting from the tension.
And suddenly she was gone. Seshat stood over him, her face flushed from the stimulation of Maul's rough tongue, and she said, "Remember this the next time you invade a woman's dreams."
The Earthwoman walked away from him, her white garments flowing elegantly behind her. Darth Maul could not believe it. Surely was wasn't going to leave him in this state of arousal, naked, tied and Forcebound in the forest? And what did she mean by invading a woman's dreams? Maul looked after her, too proud to shout for release this time, shaking with anger and sexuality.
After Seshat could no longer be seen, Maul tested the ropes one more time. They were still fortified with Force safeguards. There was no budging them. The Sith Lord's erection ached beyond belief, lying burning on his belly, staring blindly back at him, the veins standing out painfully. Focusing on his organ, Maul cradled it with the Force, surrounding it with comfort and blessed caresses.
Maul closed his eyes and let the power he had mastered so long ago, in all its dark desire, envelope his penis in earnest. There is only the here and now. No yesterday, no tomorrow. Only the present task of finding desperate release. His hatred of Seshat combined with the power he emanated, and Maul focused all that energy on rubbing his shaft and sac in spiraling, endless strokes.
Glancing down, Lord Maul saw the glistening droplet of liquid seep promisingly out of the tip of his penis, and he guided the Force to massage the moisture into the crimson head of his member. His breath coming quickly now, Maul thrust into the invisible energy at work on his sex. He drew his legs beneath him like an acrobat and thrust harder and harder into the ecstasy he wove about himself. The rubbing and stroking of the Force extended from his genitals to the sensitive circlet of Maul's anus, making him jerk and jump ever fervently.
The pain Seshat had caused Maul became an unbearable pleasure as the Sith Lord exploded into the air above him, and was covered with his own orgasmic spume. Gobbets of hot, gingery liquid landed on Maul's rippling abdomen and chest, and dotted his face and mouth. Heaving for oxygen, Maul's tongue flicked out and tasted his own secretions, his thoughts turning to how Seshat would suffer as he fell into deep, post-climactic slumber.
THE MASSASSI SAPPHIRE
The Wounding of Pride
Invading my own value, parading my shy security while gripping my innocence - thief. Whenever you steal, my punishment's real. You gave me sorrow. ~Delerium "Enchanted"
Lord Maul heard his captor's approach. His sharp senses were even more heightened by the Massassi Sapphire's proximity, making it difficult to focus from the overwhelming awareness of not only everything around him, but also of his own body. It seemed as though Maul's own carnality, by no means inhibited, had flared in an intensity that had only seemed to increase with his earlier attempt to relieve himself of his wanton inclinations. The footsteps stopped at the edge of the pit and Maul looked up to meet Seshat's eyes. They were different than before ~ glazed and licentious.
Maul suddenly felt as though a great hand scooped him up and lifted him to the edge of the pit. He still couldn't sense very much of the Force in the power the woman was using but, what he did sense, Maul noted it was now tinged with the Darkside. Seshat deposited Maul on his feet before her, still holding him fast. There Seshat stood, draped in white gossamer, shining like a being of light from the days of myth. He watched, powerless, furious, and fascinated, as his lightsabre was whisked from his belt, landing in Seshat's waiting hand. She looked at the weapon in curiosity, then threw it into the bushes.
She pushed at Maul with invisible promptings until he was between two young trees. There, between the trees, Seshat bound Maul's hands with the ropes and placed a seal on them that the Sith Lord couldn't break with the Force. Standing back from him, Seshat studied Maul with disdain and pushed him to the ground, the ropes going taught.
"You dare enter my dreams?" She said, anger clouding her gentle voice. "All your power, all your training, and you've been overwhelmed by a forest girl."
Her words cut Darth Maul deeper than any sabre could have. He struggled against his bonds to no avail. But Seshat quietly laughed and fell down beside him, whispering in his ear.
"I could be your worst nightmare."
Maul's robes were instantly whisked away and Seshat stood, circling the Sith Lord. Staring down at him, Seshat noted that he was exactly as she had dreamt him: the shade of midnight with jagged red slashes gracing his lithe body. He reminded her of a tiger in his appearance and demeanor and Seshat found herself holding her breath with the excitement this alien man inspired in her. Her eyes trailed slowly down his taught body and rested on his erect penis, lying rigid against the Sith Lord's stomach, it's head brutally scarlet. How did he endure the pain of the genital tattoo? She wondered. Seshat prodded Maul's organ casually with her toes and, against his strongest Will, Maul's hips raised in response to her touch.
"You really have no control at all, do you, Sith animal?"
Maul shot Seshat a look filled with all the hatred he could muster. How dare she speak to him, who was her better in every way, in such a manner? When he was shed of these traps the Earthwoman had so deftly woven around him, Maul would surely kill her.
Trailing her foot up and down his throbbing shaft, Seshat smiled joylessly. Again, she drew near to Maul's face, her cool hands on his chest.
"It's all a ruse, isn't it, Sith animal? You really have no control. Had you the control I'd heard your Order were masters of, you wouldn't be prone here on the forest floor, the toy of a 'barely sentient lifeform on a primitive planet.'" Seshat quoted Sidious as though she had actually been there when the Sith Master had ordered Maul to Earth to find the Massassi Sapphire.
"Your own carnality enslaves you," she said, gripping firmly onto Maul's penis, making him instinctively thrust at her, shaming and angering him even more. Seshat straddled the Sith Lord's chest and he could feel the hot wetness of her spread out across his nipples. Slowly, with a deliciousness Maul couldn't deny, however much he tried to, the Earth girl placed her lips against his and kissed him gently and with a lingering sweetness. She tasted like lotus and blackberry, a child of nature.
Maul probed her mind at this moment, sensing a brief weakness, an opening in her barrier. Yes, he could feel the Massassi Sapphire's influence upon the Earth child, who wasn't a child at all. He saw a hapless, homeless girl, whisked away from the hell of the city and trained by the Botanists for her distinct abilities in Earth Magicks and the manipulation of natural energies: a social castaway whose own people were incapable of seeing the gift that walked amongst them. But her days as pariah had marked her with the potential for darkness ~ a weakness in the wall of Light that had surrounded Seshat for so long, keeping her young beyond the years normally allowed. It was that stain that widened now, with the arrival of the Sith and the awakening of the Massassi Sapphire. Her derision of Maul was as much for herself as it was for him, Maul realised. Still, it made him feel no less angry towards Seshat, only less furious with himself at falling into this strangely powerful trap.
And indeed, she was beautiful, this alien woman with leaves framing her face and white fabric clinging invitingly to her ample body. Her gold-specked blue eyes shone excitedly from her olive-skinned visage, the vision of erotic madness. And the warm wetness that trailed down his chest and tickled his armpits drove Maul to distraction, regardless of his mental protests.
Seshat moved her mouth away from Maul's and began to trail her tongue along the base of Maul's frontal horn. Maul's felt the skin at the base of the horn tighten with arousal and his testes began to ache for release. Against his Will, Maul moaned in response to this irresistible stimulation.
When he moaned, Seshat drew the entire horn into her mouth, letting her tongue explore it's ridges and valleys, concentrating on the point of growth, the sensitive base where the skin seemed to twitch with an enchanting anticipation at her probings. Maul began to chuff, the arousal was too much for him. He must have release.
"Untie me," he said to her, prompting the command with a push from the Force.
Seshat reared back and struck the Sith Lord across the face with all her might. "You try to influence me like that again and I'll bite your fucking horns off, Sith animal!"
The blow brought tears to Maul's eyes and he responded by spitting in Seshat's face, fully expecting another hard slap, but too angry to care. Instead, Seshat devoured Maul's mouth with an uncanny hunger, grinding her wetness against his chest.
She is mad, Maul thought. The Sapphire has taken her over.
Seshat moved up and covered Maul's face with her flowing mound. Her muskiness enveloped Maul's senses and he instinctively lapped at the soft folds of skin, delighting in Seshat's juices, as the Earthwoman roughly stroked the bases of Maul's horns. The Sith Lord's penis began to twitch with the promise of climax and his testicles felt near to bursting from the tension.
And suddenly she was gone. Seshat stood over him, her face flushed from the stimulation of Maul's rough tongue, and she said, "Remember this the next time you invade a woman's dreams."
The Earthwoman walked away from him, her white garments flowing elegantly behind her. Darth Maul could not believe it. Surely was wasn't going to leave him in this state of arousal, naked, tied and Forcebound in the forest? And what did she mean by invading a woman's dreams? Maul looked after her, too proud to shout for release this time, shaking with anger and sexuality.
After Seshat could no longer be seen, Maul tested the ropes one more time. They were still fortified with Force safeguards. There was no budging them. The Sith Lord's erection ached beyond belief, lying burning on his belly, staring blindly back at him, the veins standing out painfully. Focusing on his organ, Maul cradled it with the Force, surrounding it with comfort and blessed caresses.
Maul closed his eyes and let the power he had mastered so long ago, in all its dark desire, envelope his penis in earnest. There is only the here and now. No yesterday, no tomorrow. Only the present task of finding desperate release. His hatred of Seshat combined with the power he emanated, and Maul focused all that energy on rubbing his shaft and sac in spiraling, endless strokes.
Glancing down, Lord Maul saw the glistening droplet of liquid seep promisingly out of the tip of his penis, and he guided the Force to massage the moisture into the crimson head of his member. His breath coming quickly now, Maul thrust into the invisible energy at work on his sex. He drew his legs beneath him like an acrobat and thrust harder and harder into the ecstasy he wove about himself. The rubbing and stroking of the Force extended from his genitals to the sensitive circlet of Maul's anus, making him jerk and jump ever fervently.
The pain Seshat had caused Maul became an unbearable pleasure as the Sith Lord exploded into the air above him, and was covered with his own orgasmic spume. Gobbets of hot, gingery liquid landed on Maul's rippling abdomen and chest, and dotted his face and mouth. Heaving for oxygen, Maul's tongue flicked out and tasted his own secretions, his thoughts turning to how Seshat would suffer as he fell into deep, post-climactic slumber.
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*juvenile snort*
Date: 2003-03-27 12:59 pm (UTC)I'm laughing because I am reading this line and thinking of the song you listed:
"...and I see your true colors shining through...la la la"
I am bored and at work, can you tell? :D
Re: *juvenile snort*
Date: 2003-03-27 02:53 pm (UTC)more inapprpriate soundtrack to follow!