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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #20 on: 12/11/15 22:06:12 »
There was only a low growl, part pleasure and part pain when her back hit the desk. Upon her hands meeting the solid mass of his upper arms -a gesture made to steady- her digits curled into the tattered cloth of his cloak. At first, it was for leverage and then the faint sound of fabric separating was heard. Seconds had passed and it fell in two parts to the throne room's threshold. Long stemmed legs wrapped then, about Cameron's waist to extinguish any space that may have been left between them and in the process, the knee length skirt was no longer at its professional length.
 
Just before... just before contact, her hand found his chin and there he was repressed -there she had obstructed her own desire- cradled between index and thumb for a heartbeat or two, noses not quite touching. Anesia took that time to drink him in at close proximity, building anticipation. She watched him, her violets to his lips and up to his silver-green. The hold she had was then released, but the constriction around his waist tightened at his backside and they were left to feed the hunger, slake that thirst.

It had been a long time, perhaps too long since their last interaction. The innocence of it all nearly a ghost of the past. Each hand came to cup the back of his head, manicured nails scraping gently at the nape. Anesia arched in reflex of the steady, commanding grip he had upon her, otherwise bolstering the pressure between them. It revealed a clean line down her body, glimpses of milk white flesh that Lord Centurion revealed on his own. That was only for moments and his thick, muscular chest had plastered against hers once more. She could feel his every movement as if they were skin-to-skin, every breath. Oh, but he would come to feel this particular one inside and out soon enough.

Everything.

When her lips finally met his, it was a slow assault that started at the corner of his mouth as if she were memorizing... the texture, the shape, the taste. What she gave in turn was sweet and succulent. It was intoxication and compelling in its own right.

Even if he consumed the entirety of her flesh. It was within his embrace when she struck; a nip at first, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, gently tugging so she could suckle upon it, and giving the soft pink muscle room to explore. A single hand had fell, smooth fingers just at his chest to trace the animate ink without looking upon it.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #21 on: 12/22/15 21:26:04 »
Cameron's mind was quickly pushed into a euphoric state as the last vestiges of separation between the two Sith quickly melted into little more than a fleeting memory.  The hand that had made the journey along Anesia's silky smooth mid-section reached around to the back of her neck.  As the passion filling the room became almost palpable, the dark-skinned Corstris native allowed his hand to drift towards the middle of Anesia's back.

With a small application of pleasure, Cameron subtly forced the woman's back to arch ever slightly.  At the same time, his right hand relocated to forge a brief divide between her left leg and his right thigh as he finessed the clasp holding his pants stationary around his body.  The tender warmth of his tongue slowly slipped the divide in the petite Sith's lips for a few brief, cruel, teasing moments before retracting once more.

Breaking the passionate kiss that had passed without an escape for air, Cameron allowed his lower lip to drag softly over the skin of Anesia's cheekbone until he was placing firm kisses against her neck, nipping lightly against the skin.  In that precise moment, the sensation would be accompanied by the feeling of trimmed nails dragging lightly over the skin of Ane's left leg.

The moment his hand slipped underneath the fabric of the woman's skirt, Cameron flattened his palm against her inner thigh, firmly caressing his way upward to the epicenter of warmth undoubtedly still covered in some manner of lacy fabric.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #22 on: 12/27/15 06:41:37 »
They were everywhere at once, fingers painting his brazen skin with nothing more than desire. And where they went, heated kisses followed. It started with his mouth- heavy, just as poisonous as hers- and since, Anesia had ventured, letting the moist skin of her lips skate across the plain of his cheek and down around Cameron's ear. This around the same time-the second time- the sound of fabric hitting the floor tickled the senses and the exposed flesh of her legs. Her breath caught then, nose just under the curve of his jaw allowing for her warm exhales to tease his relatively wet neck.

It would have gone unnoticed to the insensitive, what with all the chaos reigning around them. Anesia, however, relished in the details and when his hand went to move, the master followed suit. Dexterous digits and a soft palm rested just atop his -as if a second skin- when it slid just beneath the rough hem of her skirt only to feel the slick lining that once caressed her thighs. There was, in no doubt, a barrier of lace and silk. Albeit thin, but still there, hugging and molding to the thick curve of her hips;a deep gray to match her ensemble. Her head canted, soft dark curls spilling like liquid as she did, back still slightly arched so that the corset pressed against the hardened muscles of Cameron's chest.

Take you down another level...

From the ink, the other hand swept down his abs, dipping where there had once been a wall of fabric. Long manicured nails brushed along the thin skin of his waist, teasing everywhere but what screamed for attention. She could feel him pulsing, pressed against her and trapped between them. It wasn't ignored-his grown need- but rather, it was teased. Just a touch here, there. A caress or stroke that did not last but scant seconds. Anesia's... full, warm lips scoured his shoulder, nipped and drug her teeth along the collarbone where she eventually bit, then lapped with a few flicks of her tongue.

Get you dancing with the devil...


Power gave her an edge though, and she exploited the feeling of her mouth to be everywhere. The Sith nuzzled until he finally granted access to the opposite side and in the same cadence, ground her body against his. Soft, barely there moans escaped against his skin.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #23 on: 01/01/16 11:44:22 »
Every touch of Anesia's fingers seemed to electrify Cameron's body as his right hand made contact with the thin lace hugging the curves of Anesia's own body.  A simple tug and the fabric began to retreat from its place of comfort, dragging lightly against the woman's milky skin.  As the work of exposing Anesia's body to him continued, the dark-skinned Sith forced himself to break from the gentle nipping at Anesia's neck.

Slowly, Cameron's lips drifted down the center of her chest, lifting only once they meet with the fabric of her corset.  Removing his left hand from the small of her back, the Corstris native slipped it in between her right leg and the left side of his waist, creating just enough space for him to drop to a knee.  By the time the fabric of her undergarment had been removed, pulled down and off one of her feet, left to dangle around the opposite ankle, Cameron had turned his face to kiss softly against her inner thigh.

Firm hands lightly skirted the outside of said thighs, pushing up the fabric of her skirt just far enough.  Once his digits fell upon her slender waist, the Sith Lord pulled her body towards him once.  As the effort ceased, Cameron's full lips traveled over the most sensitive parts of her other lips, working in concert with his tongue to deliver the utmost euphoric pleasure.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #24 on: 01/05/16 10:44:05 »
Those practiced, deliberate motions delivered to her skin caused the Nabooian to stir. Anesia watched him. Watched his jaw work, the muscles in his arms give a faint ripple as he undressed her with more than a look this time. She noticed he took care in the affair as he did most things, his rougher skin against the softness of her own. The process unhurried, perhaps relished. It was not slow, but time... deemed every stroke of flesh and fabric to be fully experienced. As if anticipation through the many years played a key role in the deliverance to further tease the Sith. Commanding that she savor the seconds.


Control almost hurt, but it too, seemed paramount.

This woman was used to primal. Basic instinct. Taking was she wanted. It was almost too easy a task to turn when Cameron dropped before her, possessively pulling her near. The half-lidded violet gaze lowering without pause while he worked to please her. They roamed over his body until meeting his eyes for scant seconds before lost and there was only his mouth. Her head canted back and all the breath she had held expelled in one exhale. His name only a whisper at the back of her throat.

Alas, it was the foreign experience, the wait to taste the Corstris that haunted her thoughts for years, and to finally have it at her feet that caused the fair-skinned dark sider to relinquish control for a time.

Anesia did so with a sigh that quivered from her barely parted pout, back nearly flattening along the massive desk beneath her. A single, athletic limb dressed his left shoulder then and it was all she could do to keep her eyes open to witness unabashed the performance. There were moments too much and the bend of her knee would draw the other master closer to the drip of honey he coaxed from her and the curtain would call over her heated stare.

The mere action called forth an eruption of euphoria that led to the release of pheromones. "Cameron..." it was a mixture of pleasure and warning that faintly fell in saccharine chords.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #25 on: 01/13/16 20:19:25 »
Cameron's highly circumstantial visit to Naboo seemed to have taken quite the sinful turn.  As the pair of Sith engaged in desires held at bay with no small amount of willpower and control for decades, it was ever certain that not even the turning of violence and torture rippling across the surface of Naboo could divert their attentions.  This was, of course, not an unusual reality.  Cameron and Anesia had stood on the precipice of major galactic change countless times before.  There was a time, in fact, when they had stood together as equals, allies.

However, that time had faded into memory as lives took their own independent directions.  Cameron, a pure warrior at heart, had taken it upon himself to dabble in the world of politics and leadership for a time...a long time, even.  Anesia had always been more of a free spirit, doing only that which pleased her.  She was quite clearly still the very same.  Cameron, on the other hand, had endured the boring, droll experiences of life all in the name of some enigmatic greater purpose.

It had been quite some time since he last cared to such an extent.  In his life now there were only two things that mattered, nay three, but the two intangibles were the guiding principles of his life.

Pleasure

Power

Had he been a central figure of the nuclear war that engulfed the galaxy?  That was the wrong question.  The right question was...why did could no one be certain what his role had been, public figure that he was?

Present engagements, of course, did not leave room for such thoughts to drift through the Sith Lord's mind.  In the moment he was merely a creature of lust.  As Anesia's body quivered and heaved subtly on the road to completion, Cameron heard the gentle call of his name.  As the sweet sensation of his present position increased considerably, the dark-skinned Corstris native allowed his lips to travel briefly to Anesia's inner thigh.  A measured progress was made up the right side of her body until his tongue and mouth lingered over the nipple of the woman's right breast.

Just as Cameron's right hand slipped over the fabric of Anesia's corset, the physical manifestation of his own desire lightly prodded Anesia's soft, sensitive skin.  As his hand pulled back the fabric of the woman's corset to expose the nipple of her breast, the Sith Lord smoothly allowed himself to slide forward continuously until no space separated their respective pelvic regions.  A muffled moan escaped Cameron's lips as they suckled firmly on the recently exposed area of her bosom.

And then...power seemingly fought to equal pleasure in every deep, fluid, movement of his body.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #26 on: 01/19/16 12:37:32 »
This was not what one would expect as the very walls of Theed Palace shook, crumbled. There were those that scattered like insects to otherwise escape the structure that sought to trap them. There, also, were those that fought against the odds to aid in extraction. The beauty that once was the crown jewel of Naboo had become a place where fear rode the air and valor danced upon its wind. No longer was it the bright, inviting arrangement of royals and the Republic- but instead, it shown a darkness that had in fact, been latent for centuries and power shrouded the prostrated historical construction. Albeit, at a slower tempo due to the Forces that be.

The chandelier trembled and the chimes resonated with whimsical chaos- its crystals flickering in the low light of the chamber. Shadows that were cast, danced over her features, over his and it appeared as if a scene on a stage. Her hips had rose to afford the fit and it was not until the last of Cameron was fully embraced did the moan cease. What started as vocal, fluidly transformed into the entirety of Anesia's frame shuddering around his defined, corporeal declaration upon immersion. Violets had nearly rolled and her back arched, lifting her that much more off the table. That much more of recently exhibited mounds of flesh to press against his exploring mouth. She probed his mind then, as she melted into him, linking everything as if to heighten even the slightest shiver.

Moments of pleasure, illicit power passed and her long fingers purposefully gripped his shoulders, shapely thighs entrapping his trim waist before Anesia used the momentum of unified movement and paramount adrenaline to flip their not-so-fixed positions. Cameron's shoulders slammed against the desk where hers had been, the warmth from her skin still lingering there. She was close, nose brushing his briefly before ensnaring his lips with her own while the swell of her hips dressed his in a slow grind for the same glove-fit.



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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #27 on: 01/24/16 19:12:08 »
Though Cameron noted the gentle probing of his mind, he gave no real indication.  Instead, the Sith Lord allowed the simple power of emotions to continue to waft around the pair.  Cameron's movements might have been...intense, bordering almost on savage, but each subtle shifting of position, bead of sweat, and muffled moan played out in his mind in slow motion.  It was similar to a type of hyper-focus, and it always accompanied any sort of adrenaline-fueled activity.

By the time Anesia had utilized the momentum of their matted bodies to flip him onto his back, Cameron had practically memorized the texture of her exposed flesh against his own.  As was his reality in any new experience, and being inside of Anesia was certainly a new experience, Cameron paid attention to even the subtlest reactions she had to his actions.  A skill initially developed on the battlefield - equally applied to any number of other life experiences.

Allowing Anesia to assume a slow grinding motion, Cameron's large hands arrayed themselves just between the large mounds of her breast and in the middle of her back as their mouths locked in passion.  With a single, solid effort, the Sith Lord pulled the fabric of the corset apart and tossed the two pieces aside.  Wasting no time, Cameron curled his upper body forward, abdominal muscles flexing intensely at the action as the two Sith returned to an upright position.

Without removing his lips from her own, Cameron allowed his tongue to slip gently into her mouth, searching for her own with an almost primal hunger.  At the same time, his hands drifted down the sides of her body to cup her ample backside, falling into motion with the natural grinding of her hips against his own.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #28 on: 01/26/16 17:49:42 »
The continuous dominant nature of Cameron had her...reeling. Even as she sat on the proverbial throne of intense passion, he was there. Meeting her efforts, matching it, and then slipping it in to overdrive. Forward and in her face, so much she could not breathe without taking him in. There was naked and there was bare- one dealt with only the revealing of physical skin, nothing more. While the other referred to something deeper- emotions and thoughts as exposed as their bodies were. Cool chamber air blew across the recent exhibition of Anesia's breasts, causing a sheet of goosebumps to cover her milky flesh. The same silken skin that his large hands seemed to seek, that his body craved.

Cam. Even as her body rose and fell in slow deliberate motions to accommodate his size, her hips swerved and without pause, changed direction. To enhance his experience. To hit that spot from every direction causing unsurpassed spasms around him and moans to flee from her mouth only to be swallowed by his. Ample, warm lips pressed and caressed his in harmony with the grind of her hips as her bottom was held and squeezed possessively. Slick pink tongue explored and coaxed the Corstris' probing one with slow swirls and drawn out suckles to the tip. It was a wanton desire to feel him everywhere and be felt. Both arms snaked up his neck to cradle his head for seconds and then slipping down... down along her own sweat licked sides.

Knees bent, tucked gingerly along Cameron's waist, began to shift and the weight of her frame slowly began to decrease atop him, mouth leaving his for a time. Anesia hovered until only the tip could be felt, the rest of him exposed. She leaned into Cam then, for a heartbeat. Breasts and rib cage pressed to his cheek while his hands still decorated her bottom.

It was slow... the way she turned, just to feel his lips still against her. Anesia only ceased when her back was to him, her legs now draped about his own, just slightly awry from his knees. Backside not quite resting upon his muscular thighs as she straddled him in reverse. Dark, soft curls and intense violets spilled over her exposed shoulder, gaze immediately finding the silver-green.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #29 on: 01/31/16 20:48:49 »

With each successive thrust, grind, and slight twist of their hips against each other, Cameron's mind slipped closer and closer to a state of complete euphoria.  There were moments when the Sith Lord thought that perhaps the expert maneuverings of Anesia's delicious body would force his own firmly over the precipice of control.  Cameron, out of equal parts stubbornness and insatiable desire, refused to allow that to happen.


Just as he was about to assert yet another level of control in their sinful dance, he felt the pressure of Anesia's body lighten over his own.  Skin that he had worked tirelessly to keep from being exposed to the cool air felt its presence for more than a passing second for the first time since their interaction had initiated.  Almost simultaneously, their lips were separated.  Cameron's immediate reaction was to begin reaching up to correct the situation, clearly an oversight on the vixen's part.


However, Anesia almost immediately replaced the space with the tender sweat kissed meat of her skin.  For a brief moment, the Sith Lord allowed himself to suckle one of the woman's ample breasts; muffled moan escaping his lips.  Cameron's nestled position was slowly ended as Anesia turned to face away from him.  Once she'd forced the weight of her body back down the length of his desire, his need for her, the Sith Lord was immediately returned to his previous state of extreme pleasure.


It was the look that pushed him over the edge.  The sultry gaze that prompted him to give in completely to the beast he, quite literally, had always been - even before the initiation of his training at the hands of a captor.  Snaking one hand around Anesia's waist and another up the front of her body to rest atop her breasts, Cameron pulled Ane's back firmly against his chest.  The thrusting motion of his hips maintained an even, deliberate intensity as the Sith Lord nipped at the sides of her neck and earlobe.  Caressing the entirety of her exposed flesh, Cameron eventually allowed a hand to drift downwards.  In the next moment, a single finger began teasing the most sensitive area of her womanhood as the Sith Lord steadily increased the intensity and force of his thrusts.


"Ane..."

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #30 on: 02/04/16 14:53:53 »
Can you... Will you...

Accepting him was a slow, intense act of pleasure. Such an act, that on its own, her body responded with the tightening and releasing of internal muscles that gripped and massaged in a rhythmic grind that surrounded the entirety of his thick, coated instrument. Her feet had slid around so that her shins pressed against his calves, locking her ankles at his in the front to give her more... leverage. It was quickly done, so as to meet with the press of his need in perfect time.

The soft skin on her thighs slid, slapped along his -nearly but not quite separating her body from his- from nectar and sweat making the motions smooth, slippery. When he moaned her name, it only propelled her desire. She had found that same sweetness, one hand dipping with his, but timed differently with the delicate flicks of fingertips. Long lashes had fluttered, violets barely visible as pleasure grew and pooled at her center. Anesia's hips bucked, mouth slightly open to moan as the action caused deeper strokes. "Cameron...Cameron... Cam..."

Head curling in just at Cameron's shoulder, hair damp with sweat nuzzled his equally coated neck before it was brought to the attention of her mouth. She painted a line then, with her tongue, then lapped in slow circles until she reached his chin to nip. The Sith continued the venue to his lips while he managed his grip upon her body and measured thrusts. Her neck tilted back briefly, enjoying the pleasure of his constant intrusion, exposing her neck and offering a clear view down her frame of their act of passion. Of need. Of lust.

That had only lasted seconds though and her soft, slick lips were pressed to his again, starved. Anesia's free hand had drawn up, bending at the elbow to grasp the back of his head, nails skimming at the nape of his neck while shuddering around him. Filling his mouth, his ears with moans and sighs that only he compelled from her.

Could you... Would you...

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #31 on: 02/18/16 11:18:29 »
Time began to slow.  It was as if every molecule in Cameron's body was reacting with an individual desire to soak up as much contact with the molecules of Anesia's skin as possible.  The nerve endings that sent transmissions of pleasure to Cameron's brain were almost overloaded.  Though they would not dare to allow themselves to be pushed into a maelstrom of sensory overload, depriving them of the maximum point of pleasure.

Theed and, specifically, the Royal Palace were anything but tranquil this particular day.  There was still smoke billowing from raging fires caused by the earlier starship crash.  Crime and brutality were already running rampant in the street.  It seemed as though the entirety of Naboo culture threatened to crumble like the entirety of the Palace's western wing.

Yet...in spite of all this commotion, this struggle, Cameron felt none of it.  There were precious few occasions in which he was not at least peripherally aware of the Force's movements around him.  This was certainly one of those times.  He only felt the pure pleasure between himself and Anesia, he only heard her airy moans of pleasure, he could only smell the sweet nectar of their ecstasy, and he saw only the fine curves of her body adorned in sporadic droplets of sweat.  If the Sith Lord had any conscious thoughts at all, it was that he needed more.

More.

Still grasping the majority of Anesia's upper body, Cameron flexed all of the muscles in his legs to bring both of them into a standing position.  Still cradling the smaller female in his arms from behind, Cameron angled her body to keep his desire from being fully exposed to the air of the Throne Room...for a moment.  When he turned them around such that Anesia was facing the desk, he lowered her body such that her feet were able to touch the ground once more.

Widening his stance behind the woman, Cameron allowed his right hand to drift up her body to gently cradle her neck.  Keeping her back slightly arched, the Sith Lord gently bit into the woman's shoulder as he forced himself to hold off the inevitable outcome to his continuous thrusting inside of her body.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #32 on: 04/05/16 23:14:57 »
One hand had rose only to fall amidst the slow, slick adjustment Cameron had made- where sweat appeared more as decoration... its shine, generously magnifying flushed flesh- from the top of his shaven head to the carved line of his jaw. It was there moist digits draped, her pinkie just tipping off the corner of his bottom lip. The only separation was that of the dip in her arched back and even then, the heat from the Cortosis' skin could be felt. Magnetizing. And she moved, only slightly, meaning to remedy the lost contact.

Not done...


The desk was cool to the touch and the difference in temperature combined with her rather vulnerable position beneath him caused involuntary shivers to kiss her spine. Naturally, this further nestled her bottom... their awareness and she could feel the nectar of her upon his bare, muscled thighs.

That had been when his mouth had met her shoulder in a grandiose mix of pleasure and pain. When the length of him had closed the tiniest of distance to be completely... enraptured. Anesia's hand had finally fell, dropping to his own - while his other expertly cradled her neck- and she guided it just so that it cupped one of her breasts. The sounds... the sounds that dripped from her mouth from the belly of her, shook the very foundation. Desire came in the form of moans and screams that could no longer be confined and swallowed. Those may have been the very reason the western wing became more rubble than wall.

Pools of liquid amethyst had found his once more through the mass of dark, drenched curls.  She stared until she was lost in the silver-green of them, until her focus was forced elsewhere.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #33 on: 05/21/16 06:55:34 »
Cameron's hand squeeze Anesia's breast firmly as his opposing clung to her toned midsection.  With the increase of intensity in each passing stroke, the Sith Lord attempted to pull his partner harder into the joining of their bodies.  Soft moans steadily gave way to guttural grunts of pleasure laced with an exhaustion; the type of exhaustion that only made one vie for more time.

However, the inevitable approached steadily as Cameron's own manhood stiffened even harder, preparing to release the pleasure and tension that had built up in his body throughout the interaction of the two Sith.  As the Sith Lord's grunts gave way to airy breaths of steadily building pleasure, Cameron clung tightly to Anesia as he attempted to force himself as deep inside of her as possible.

As if a dam had been broken, fluid erupted from his member, but Cameron maintained his steady pace.  Intense shivers radiated up his spine as his sensitivity was pushed almost to the breaking point.  After several more strokes, Cameron eventually allowed his motions to begin to taper.  Selfishly, he refused to remove himself from the woman as he bent her upper body back towards him to nip passionately at her neck.
« Last Edit: 06/08/16 13:31:57 by Cameron Centurion »

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #34 on: 06/18/16 21:03:17 »
Sweaty, soft palms pressed firmly against the desk- clearly an attempt at bolstering her position while he dipped into her slick, hot center. It was as if each thrust had sought to sink deeper and Anesia could feel the weight of him in her belly. She, very much like him, moved to cheat the inevitable. Prolong the experience. Even though the entirety of the Sith Master ached, throbbed... the woman met his efforts. Her back had dipped, dark ringlets a wet mess across one shoulder.

It was while she watched- violets tracking the motion of his hips and her own body's involuntary reaction- that her lids became heavy and she fought against what they had been working towards. The Sith Master's struggle was evident upon her face and hints of ecstasy flitted across her features. Long lashes fluttered in sync with the grasp and release inner muscles had upon his member. Stroking, milking his need until she cried out. It was a savage sound that ravaged the ears- pleading for more, but having the sound of satisfaction from her mouth that filled the chamber. Her own desire crashed against his, nectar flowing around only to infuse and finally drip down the insides of her thighs.

"My god..."
It was uncertain whether she spoke of him and his... title in the Galaxy when she said this. Nevertheless, it was repeated several times in several languages.

If not for the other Sith Master's greedy desire to have her close and the sheer strength of him, Anesia would have found herself flush against the desk. Instead, Cameron had her plastered against his chest... still confined within a mixture of their shared pleasure. That sultry gaze of hers found his once again and she responded to his nip with a whimper when she shivered. Her right hand had snaked up, moving to redirect the attention of his mouth to hers lest he intended a second round.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #35 on: 06/24/16 15:16:19 »
Cameron returned the kiss eagerly, hands still groping along the curves of Anesia's body as if the territory had not already been thoroughly explored.  Soon enough, however, the need for more air than his nostrils could take in at once forced the lingering embrace to end.  For a moment, the dark-skinned Sith Lord merely rested his forehead against the side of Anesia's face.

As the fog of their encounter began to lift, Cameron allowed himself to take a step back, separating him from the inside of Anesia's own body.  Silver-green lingered over the female's form as he casually took a seat in the throne behind them.  "The years have done nothing to diminish your spirit, I see."  The statement was not precisely sexual...this being the inaugural interaction of such between himself and Anesia Jy Vun. 

Still.  That certainly did not mean he hadn't been rather well briefed.  However, there was another matter to address as a single digit from his right hand absentmindedly trailed up the armrest of the throne.  "You understand that I cannot allow you to have this world."  It was not truthfully because Cameron desired it so...merely that he required it to be lawless for just a while longer.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #36 on: 06/30/16 23:21:32 »
The sensation of separation allowed the woman to lean, finally controlling her own weight and movement. Her hands had tented atop the desk, only the smooth printless pads of her fingers gracing the slick finish, the top of her thighs along its edge. It was as if she was a form of decoration for it at the time and the Sith Master held that position simply for the view it gave him. Bent at the waist, Anesia's backside was still visually offered to him- with long, dark damp tresses that fell to the center of her back, a swell of hips that went along with a shapely bottom, and long lean olive legs. The sheen of sweat and sex still clung to her skin, perfumed the air. And though he spoke, she remained motionless save the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Once vivid violets had slipped shades darker and blinked shut. A smear of a smile began and she turned, albeit slowly . Her gaze previously packed with fire had warmed, resembling something more human. So deep they appeared blue in the dim lighting. The Master watched him, eyes first landing at Cameron's hands and then, his lips."You're welcome," was her reply when finally meeting his silver-greens. Both arms fell, digits curling about the edge of the desk.

It was then she began to study... appreciate the nature of things before her. Anesia took her time with this inspection, perhaps appraising the situation. The man. The lady had not moved from her position, merely drew upon the dark expanse of metal with strokes of her finger at the mention of allow.

Once upon a time, she'd of laughed. The years, it appeared, had also granted wisdom.

Instead, Jy'Vun pushed from her reprieve, bare feet padding the two steps to place herself between his knees. She stood and admired from above, traced the outer workings of his jaw even, before brushing her thumb along his bottom lip. It was a gentle thing. It was what she wanted to do. A natural instinct, a natural reflex with no ulterior motive. Nevertheless, she sighed. "Madness must reign awhile yet still." Her head nodded, agreeing.

Stepping back, the Sith slid away and to the side, fingers faintly dusting his caramel thighs when she moved. "You are not Madness." A ghost of a smile whispered and faded as soon as it appeared.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #37 on: 07/04/16 09:07:01 »
Cameron watched Anesia with amusement and no small amount of lingering arousal.  Even as she stepped between his legs, there was an urge there, a desire to send them both back into the expanse of ecstasy.  There was little doubt that Cameron would have enjoyed yet another encounter, but his mind had already shifted, redirected purpose to something else entirely.

In this life, the Sith Lord desired many things, but he was starting to feel a certain weariness in his plots and scheming.  Perhaps in the end it was all just some half-hearted way to keep his mind distracted from that which he wanted most and yet had no ability to obtain in the present moment.

Coming to his feet, Cameron stepped around the throne to stand directly behind Anesia, hands lightly trailing the curves of her body as he whispered into her ear.  "Quite the contrary.  I am the force behind the tide of despair that has swept the known galaxy of late."  Depositing a soft kiss on the side of Anesia's neck, Cameron allowed his hands to trail down the sides of her body.  It was his original intention to initiate his departure at that time.  However, his desire was quickly redirected as he allowed himself to descend into yet another strongly intimate encounter with Anesia Jy'Vun.

I am fate.

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Re: Aftermath (Open)
« Reply #38 on: 07/13/16 20:25:56 »
"Must it always be despair?" She knew the answer, or at least her own. Perhaps it was a violent reminder for those to appreciate things more, to love what you have, cherish it. Perhaps it was just power and doing it because you could.


Lush, recently devoured lips pressed at the back of his head, then just behind his right ear. Anesia lingered there, drawing in the scents; he smelled of him and her, one essence that was many blending with that of the others. The cornucopia of aroma caused a soft, pleased sound to pass before she spilled the top-half of her frame into the throne. Her arms that had casually draped over his wide shoulders, along his chest were now more of an adornment at his neck. Fingers stroking the pretty skin along the collarbone and throat, violets directed at the ceiling.

Apparently, during their most recent... joining, the throne became the epicenter to their passionate, lucrative positions. Salacious encounters. Cameron had found himself to be at the base of the massive ornate decor with Anesia's calves tucked at his ribs, feet on his thighs. Soft caresses eventually coaxed his head to cradle betwixt her thighs. She was unaware if the soothing motions were for herself or him in that moment, only that she enjoyed it.

"Cameron," began the woman, voice faint. "Tell me what it is you desire most in this life? Tell me why it is you don't have it."

There was a power there that had nothing to do with respective Forces, but more of a harmony... a balance to it. That too, the Master had no answer for.