A New Beginning

[Kyrel Ren]

The night was an eventful one, but upon waking up the next day they had passed out on the same spot they began their ferocious battle for dominance. Bodily liquids were mostly on the floor making the Durasteel floor all but slippery in some spots. During the battle, his teacher had taught him more techniques in the way of passion, and this time the student became the Master at least for the first half until she overwhelmed him. The table where she ate her dinner looked a bit messy as well, as the memories of their second night filled his head and left him swimming in a fog of lust.

He was awakened by her poking at him, as she eyed him again like a hungry predator, but spoke with a smirk asking what the next lesson would be. She was then eyeing him more and he could feel her eyes on his body go past the pants line and looked as if she wanted more of the events of last night, he couldn't blame her he wanted her as well. He knew she was teasing him by just lying there staring at him like she was, but he knew he loved flaunting her body around him and she knew he loved his reaction, she knew every time she would get exactly what she wanted.

He decided that two could play at that game, and so with one of his hands he reached over and gave her ample chest a grope teasing her, as he answered her. "Well, we are gonna start with Saber training apprentice. and afterward, I have a surprise for you." He said just laying there and basking in the morning glow for now as he wanted to tease her longer, before getting started with the day.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

He laid there teasing her right back, but that was okay. They eyeballed each other over the short distance and he playfully reached over to grope her bosom. Kyrel replied with what the lesson was going to be and she gave him an almost embarrassed look.

"I barely know how to use mine. It's been more of a trophy at my hip than anything."

While her first master had at least taught her how to hold the blasted thing, then Milo a little more...beyond a few basic moves, Zesiro knew nothing. As she spoke, she lightly brushed her curvy hip showing where she kept it hooked when wore it.

"What do they really mean anyway? Are they a right of passage or something?"

Bending her knees, her feet up in the air and laying on her stomach, her eyes were really curious about learning and lost most of the teasing seductive look.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He kept teasing her more, by placing both of his hands on her chest making her lose focus as he continued with his fondling. But then after he was finished speaking, she gave him an almost embarrassed look as if the idea of saber training was something she was uncomfortable with. He stopped and gave her a reassuring look as if he would be able to guide her through such practices. He remembered that he had no teacher, and so learned from old holo's of Lord Vader in combat, and months of self-training, before he managed to learn Form V lightsaber combat.

He then answered her calmly with a hand that brushed through her hair gently. "Then you are not worthy to have one, you're mentors were very poor if they did not teach you the forms and let you wielded it as if it was a club, or better yet a child's plaything." Upon hearing her statement a lot had made sense, of why she did not fight him months ago on Endor, she did not know how to wield a saber, and so if he had that chance at the time, he could have killed her then and there. But as fate would have it he did not hence why she was here naked on the floor of his quarters.

He was about ready to answer the next question when she lied on her stomach with her legs in the air, unintentionally give him a view of practically everything, he gave a slight groan as it was hard to concentrate with her like that, but scolded himself mentally and thus proceeded to answer her question while looking away. "Your lightsaber, is a tool for the strong to use against the weak, a weapon to face your foes such as the Jedi, it is essential, and is an extension of yourself."

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Kyrel listened to what she had to say and she nodded. For a moment, he gave her a reassuring look as he ran fingers through her hair. She raised an eyebrow at his next words, they might be true, but she had made her own saber when her first master thought she was ready for it. However, being an old man he hadn't been able to train her.

"You're not going to take it away are you?"

Her brows furrowing, Zesiro gave him an almost dirty look at the thought. Her eyes looked about the clothes strewn around them, searching for her saber. It was probably hiding in the folds of her pants. Pulling them to her, she found what she was looking for and unclipped it.

"It is something external to me, master."

Holding up the black, metallic cylinder in front of her.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He laughed at her next statement, she was sometimes so adorable with her mind not used to what it actual mean to be a dark sider, and so thought that it would be pointless to take a weapon that she created, despite having no actual knowledge of how to wield it. Lightsabers were deadly weapons to the ones who wielded them if they were not trained to use it. They could never hold their own if another person with a similar weapon did know how to use it, and their foe didn't. Making it merely a match that would last a second, but sometimes duels lasted only more than a couple minutes. This would be imperative if Zeshiro was going to be his apprentice, she needed to learn how to fight, and besides even though he liked her body, he would not suffer weaklings.

She then moved and grabbed her pants around the pile of discarded clothes. She showed him her saber in the form of a long black cylinder, which could be held by two hands. He studied it reaching out a hand to Force pull it to his grasp, and activated the blade, the snap-hiss of her lightsaber filled the air, as the smell of burnt ionized air filled the room, he momentarily held the tip of her own weapon at her throat, smirking as if he was letting her know that at anytime he could kill her, and would not care. He then deactivated it and gave it back to her as he answered her question. "Yes, Apprentice it is. I will not have my lover and Apprentice be a weakling if she is serving under me, and so you will learn how to wield such a weapon."

He then reached out with a hand, and pulled his own saber from across the room to him, he studied the hilt before with the force, disassembled it and as the metal pieces were scattered in the air, what stood apart were two crystals, the Kyber Crystel he had bled and dominated with his will when acquiring it on Lothal during an expedition to the Jedi's crystal caves, and a Qixoni Crystal a red blood red crystal that amplified the blade, and thus the dark side when Kyrel wielded it. Thus his saber was unstoppable. He then reassembled it with a quick wave of the hand and grasped as he stood right in front of her stretching his limbs.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

He chuckled at her statement of her saber being external to her, but it was true. It was a weapon she held in her hands. That didn't last long though as he pulled it from her weak grasp on it. He ignited her blade and luckily she hadn't moved to reach for it or he would have cut her hands off. The tip was at her throat in a moment and she looked at it briefly before returning her gaze to Kyrel. With a small smirk, he deactivated it and handed it back to her. With a small gulp, she listened to him dispute what she had said moments ago.

While she indeed wanted to learn how to wield it properly, Zesiro felt that would be a long, hard and painful process. Her body covered in welts, bruises and burns as even only at a low level, her weapon hurt. Not that it would do permanent damage, but just cause a great deal of pain. Almost letting out a small shudder as the thought crossed her mind, her body covered in goosebumps.

Kyrel knew exactly where his saber was and pulled it to himself easily, allowing Zesiro to mentally grumble that she hadn't thought of doing that when she searched for her own. He held it up for a moment, looking at the hilt, taking it apart with the Force and putting it back together. It was not something she had ever done since creating her saber, but she had only used it a few times.

He stood up and it was her turn to be distracted from the lesson of saber talk and she watched in hungry fascination as Kyrel stretched in front of her. His form bare to her eyes and whole. Standing up with him, Zesiro would stand close enough to light run her hand that wasn't her saber up his leg, pubic area and chest. Her caress ended when she reached his neck and she leaned forward pressing herself against him and kissed his cheek.

Pulling herself away before her primal desires full dominated again, she went in search of her clothes.

"While dreading the outcome of my first lessons, I know I will only get stronger, master." She spoke with her back to him and only turned around to face him when she was done, her hands holding most of her clothes. Her blue eyes stubborn in their determination to take whatever he threw at her in their lessons.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He enjoyed the feeling of her caressing, and sighed with a hint of pleasure as she had a hungry look in her eyes, and kissed his cheek, but a few seconds pulled away as she tried to control herself, he grinned knowing her addiction, and used it against her as much as she used his against him. Nonetheless, for now, he was the Master, at least in the daytime, in the nighttime she could do whatever she liked with him provided that she did well in her training sessions, and if not then she would not be rewarded at all.

He moved and gathered his robes, putting them on, and gripping his saber, luckily for him, his saber was in as well as most had training modes, and so if the blade hit her or him for that matter, one would only receive a sting and an electric shock. The wounds would be relatively minor compared to what an actual Lightsaber can do. However he would not coddle his apprentice, just because they shared the same bed, doesn't mean he would give her any special treatment.

He just looked at her as she held out her clothes, and activated his saber. He looked to his apprentice, and it did not matter if she was clothed or not, he activated the crimson blade that was set on low power, and so slowly advanced upon her as if he was a beast ready to attack. "Prepare yourself."

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

At the same time that she was searching for her clothes, Kyrel found his and put them on. She heard the rustling around as she picked up the pieces of hers. When she turned around holding them, he activated his saber and slowly moved in her direction.

Zesiro was actually pleased he wasn't wearing his armor or she probably would have wet herself. Instead, she just let out a small squeak, dropped her clothes, keeping a hold of her saber hilt and ignited it.

She held it left handed. Neither her grip nor her stance was like his, she did her best to mirror her master.

As much as she looked like a creature stalking prey when she was in control, he in his turn looked the same way. Only she was the prey this time, not him.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He laughed as she tried to imitate his look, from the look of a predator, to the offensive stance he was taking, which on her looked more sloppy and he scoffed, she was pathetic right now. His brown eyes flashing a yellow hue, due to the sheer power of the dark side for right now he wouldn't move too fast, but he would not go easy on her as well. He would show her pain, and in doing so she would learn. As such was the nature of the dark side, and so he walked around her in a taunting manner, before he would move in savoring the moment, he knew she was not ready, and so reveled in it.

Then he moved swiftly raising his saber above his head in a slow motion as he coached her. "Follow my sequence young one, reach out with the Force, and let it guide your actions." He said bringing his saber down. "1." He then moved on with the next sequence aiming for her side hoping she would intercept the next attack. "2" He said attempting the third part bring his saber in for a downwards low attack, as he finished the sequence. "3" He then stopped and would see if he had left any marks on her before saying. "Now we are going to repeat the same sequence again, before mixing it up with a different one, involving you going on the offensive." He said raising his saber again waiting on her.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro felt entirely useless like this, but did her best. Her eyes narrowed slightly when Kyrel scoffed at something within her. She watched as his brown eyes changed to the yellow she had seen in her first master and Milo. Unable to just call that up without being angry, her eyes remained blue. Knowing better than to let an opponent get behind her, she followed around in a circle as he moved in his around her.

While not being fully conversant in physical combat, she did a little basic training from Milo. She was able to block his first and second attack, but he sped up a little in his third and while she evaded the low attack, it was by turning her body away from it.

It may not be what he wanted of her, she escaped being touched by his blade.

"You want me to attack you?"

Shaking her head, she knew that would futile, but was prepared to be demolished.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel then raised his saber, yes this was sparring practice, practicing sequences and drills, but Kyrel also wanted to exploit her anger, to make her use the dark side, and therefore would help in her duels. The Force would guide her actions and force her to defeat him, he knew she had the power, and strength to do so, but she did not use it, and that was starting to disappoint him. He would not suffer her being weak, and so if her rage was going to do the trick then that would have to do.

She was able to do well against his first two attacks, but to his disappointment avoided the third attack like a coward. He slowly advanced on her, his words filled with a hint of venom as she shook her head at him. "You will fight, if you do not, then suffering will be your teacher." He said going for another set of power attacks with another downwards slash, followed by another vertical attack to her side, and then attempted to finish the third sequence with a horizontal slash going for her weapon arm, and then to finish off he hit her hard in the face. He spoke in more of a disgusted manner than anything else. "You are weak, if you do not use your power, then I have no use for you, and if that is true then I should kill you right now and find someone better who can fight, instead of a coward who whimpers before the strong and only lives, by being a warm body at someone's bedside." He said his eyes matching the look of disgust along with his tone.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Her avoidance of his last blow irritated him and his voice and body showed it. While she didn't see it as an act of cowardice, he did. His words were filled with venom.

"I never said I wasn't going to fight!"

While still fully on the defensive things, Zesiro was able to block his first two attack, but she expected him to go for the low slash again and both his saber and his fist connected with her. She didn't drop her saber, but her left hand went to her right arm to where he connected and then to her cheek where his fist had.

She glared at him, irritation showing clearly in her blue eyes. His insulting words, picked carefully for the purpose of making her mad started working. Being called weak and a coward were only partially true, his last bit finished the job. She never once whimpered except when she was a child and locked up in her cage of a room. Before she knew what was going on.

Not sure if her eyes took on a yellow tint or not, Zesiro finally lashed out at Kyrel. Using the Force to try and knock him away from, she pushed aside the pain of his strike and punch. Bringing her saber up, she flowed over to him to make a lash or few of her own.

Her first was diagonal down slash aimed for where his shoulder met his neck on his right side. Next came from same side and aimed for his torso and her last was a quick jab for his upper left arm.

"I do NOT whimper!"

Words spoken through clenched teeth, she looked at her master.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He grinned as he had gotten the desired effect. His taunts had worked, and now he felt her power skyrocket. He knew this was why he had chose her, the anger, the hate, the fury, it was all there waiting to be unleashed, but it had to take a trigger to do it, over time she would be able to harness the dark side, and use it to her advantage, to be able to control it at will. He raised his saber, and waited as her saber now switched hands and from what it looked it would be that this time she would be going on the offensive.

She launched a powerful Force push, making him lose his balance, as he stumbled back, and as soon as he tried to regain his footing she came at him with a full frontal assault, she was consumed by her rage. He was able to launch an upper side block, to catch her first attack going on a Form III defense, He than angled his arm where the blade was facing upside down to catch the strike aimed for his torso, but the third came in quickly, and knocked the hilt from his hand sending the saber across the room, as he looked at her with a gaze that did not speak anger, nor happiness, but he took a feral grin when she had said that she did not whimper. "Oh you mean like you didn't during our first encounter, eh weakling. If you think you are so powerful then prove it girl." He said letting a chuckle come out.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

He was knocked off balanced and that gave her the opportunity to make her three attacks, the last one connecting. His saber went across the room and they locked gazes. With an animalistic grin he had a good come back and called her a weakling again.

"We all start somewhere, master and I was a weakling then. Made softer by Milo and now I'm repairing the damage that was done with your help."

Zesiro remembered their meeting on the bridge of the downed star destroyer and the fear he had generated within her. Kyrel had fed off that and it had empowered him. That day, she never whimpered and without Milo stopping her, would have died to the man she had just disarmed.

Calling his lightsaber to her hand, holding it for just a moment, she reached her hand out to return it to her master.

"Oh I'm not match for you...yet. We are just beginning."

Her almost flawless body gleamed in the light of his chamber and her eyes searched him for her a moment before she launched a further attack.

She came in for what would appear to be low slash at his left leg, at the last moment would change its trajectory and instead aim for his knee. Bringing her saber up, Zesiro would make an overhead almost slam directed at the top of his head and ending with stab directed at his stomach. If he knocked away her stab, she had some forward momentum would attempt to plant her shoulder into his torso and knock him down.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He was surprised as not only, did she not strike him down, but she had also kept her anger in check as well, and was using it to her advantage, at this point he was very pleased with her and so wondered what would occur next, she then pulled his saber to her, and then wondered the possibility of thinking that she had him beat, but then she spoke once more this time sounding more complacent and a little less angry, he then smirked upon hearing that they were only at the beginning and that she was no match for him yet, he let out a slight chuckle. "We shall see, you still have much to learn."

He then let his eyes wander across her bare body for a moment, before going into a defensive stance prepared to take her on. She was getting more confident and that was excellent, it showed that she was starting to learn especially around him to be strong, and he had rather enjoyed that. He would not suffer fools and that was starting to look good for her, but as he was about to duel again, he also needed to condition himself to not be distracted, and so far that was going well, but he would not dare to make a mistake at this point.

She then began to strike at him. He intercepted her low slash at his leg, with a low block, but angled it to catch his knee. Then he brought his saber in a vertical motion to block the strike to his head, and quickly shifted his body to block the attack that was aimed towards his stomach. But what he didn't expect for her to focus her strength, and with a move from her shoulder knocked him down, sending him falling to the floor, and the saber shutting off as it fell as well.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro already knew Kyrel was going easy on her. He allowed her disarm him once and knock him down this second time. It was like he wanting her to make an attempt to strike him down. Though their sabers were only set to training and wouldn't harm him. The thought crossed her mind for a moment to try it, but she knew he would find a way to punish her for the try. While still learning, she was no fool and felt a little irritation at being treated like one.

She lowered her saber, tip pointing at him for just a moment before deactivating it. With the irritated gleam in her eyes, she was on him physically...unless he moved out of the way. Being adept and fast, within what would seem like seconds, she had disrobed him and he would be in the same bare skinned condition as her.

If Kyrel put up a fight, she would do her best to grapple with him and stay on top. Either way, their bodies were touching and the resulting effect should happen, enlightening Kyrel to a different form of passion and lust.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel, in fact, wanted her to win, because he had to admit he wanted her body as well, he fell to the floor with ease, and pretended to take the fall with impact, he had to curse himself for liking her body, sometimes he hated it like now, but his body had betrayed him, yes this was a benefit he had never got to explore before he lost his humanity, and he enjoyed it in fact too much where it was like he got her hunger, and craved such pleasures constantly. Such things made him look weak. That was something he hated the most, but it seems that she could tell he had wanted her during practice, and so didn't say anything.

She proceeded to disrobe him, and his suspicions were correct her irritation had now given into frustration, and this was her way of taking it out. Kyrel at first wanted it more than anything especially as she got on top of him, and he was close to giving in, that he didn't feel like fighting her, but then his mind finally screamed enough, it was as if she had finally forgotten her place as his apprentice, and if Kyrel pleased her it was only because he allowed it. He had to show her who was the Master, and if she wanted to satisfy her hunger, then it was only because he would say so, not by her command, no matter how much his ruined body betrayed him.

He finally howled with rage, as his yellow eyes gleamed with fury, as he raised his prosthetic arms, and closed his hands and force choked her, moving his bare body and knocking her's off his own. He would not allow it any longer, and he wanted to feed her dark side all the more, he would acquire both with what he was doing. He said coldly, his look and the tone of his voice devoid of any lust or want for her, but now filled with a cold anger, and irritation to her as he held her for a moment with the Force as he spoke. "Enough!! I think you have lost your place apprentice, for too long I have sated your hunger, your carnal needs, for too long I have indulged myself where your addiction, has affected me. The only reason I let you continue with it is that I allow it, but not once Will I let you think you are the Master here. I am, you are merely the student, so if you think you are gonna go ahead and satisfy yourself, please try it I implore it, but only when I allow it." He said releasing her, as his eyes shot into her's filled with rage.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Her actions succeeded only partially. Zesiro got Kyrel disrobed and into the same state of undress, but there it almost ended. His physical reaction was natural, but he resisted it, his reaction to her advances was unexpected and she found herself dumped off of him and on to the floor, landing hard on her stomach and knocking the wind out of her. Her face started to get one of the unpleased pouty looks some women were famous for, but even before it could be fully formed, Kyrel had her throat with a Force Choke.

If he thought back to Endor and when they met, he had done this to her then and made her mad. Now it did that again, with her already irritated, him officially pissed off at her, this move made her furious. It wasn't his words, but the action alone. The words were just fuel to the fire. The hold only lasted while he spoke, but it was more than enough to do the job. To her knowledge it was the only thing that actually made her eyes turn.

Her eyes on fire and barely a coherent thought in her head, she got to hands and knees. Almost leaping like a cat pouncing on its prey, she would attempt to slap Kyrel with a back to his face.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel, considered the pouty face amusing until he had Force choked her, her irritation at not getting what she wanted now turned into rage. He had smirked in amusement upon seeing her anger. It was intoxicating to feel her rage, her hunger as it was felt through the Force, and better yet his words even made her more angry as if she didn't care that he was her Master, but nothing more as her plaything when she felt the need to. She was not going to use him whenever she liked, this was, however, wrong, and no matter how much his body betrayed him, he would teach her a lesson.

He then released her, and waited even in her rage, he could barely hold his own in trying to resist her, but even though his body had a hard time resisting, he was going to teach her a lesson, that's if he could keep up his mental walls that is, and especially the way she looked right now. Nonetheless, he had to resist while he still could, even when his body was too weak to even put up a fight all but showing that it wanted her too.

She then looked as if she was absolutely livid, she then went on all fours, something that made Kyrel more excited in this state, but he didn't care she was demanding and so it looked like she didn't care if she had to beat him into submission to get what she wants. He, on the other hand, would not allow that, and so deny her. He then reached his metal arm out and stop her with the force as he said tauntingly. "Aw does she want it that bad, that she would even beat her master for it. As I said you forget your place, and so your gonna have to try harder than that apprentice." He said emphasizing apprentice a bit angrily as he looked at her.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

While Kyrel's physical reactions registered in her mind, that act was way pushed back. Right now, the only thing Zesiro could think about was lashing out at her master for choking her. That was one thing that would always push out of her mind anything she was thinking about.

So Kyrel assumed her anger at him was because he rejected her, it wasn't that exactly. She was mad at him for choking her and then throwing the insulting words in her direction. The words alone had only irritated her, but the other had made her mad.

When she was in mid-motion of trying to backhand him, he raised his arm and stopped her. Holding her there in place, he gave voice to the thoughts that had been racing through her mind. While still upset at him for the choke, she hadn't been planning on trying to beat him up because of the refusal. Able to shake her head and speak through clenched teeth, Zesiro attempted to put her angry words into something other than the colorful language she wanted to direct at her master.

"Master, it's not the rejection, but the actions. You know how to my attention and make me mad. You just found it again like you did on Endor."

Attempting to lift a hand, all she would do was make pinching motions with her fingers. Her eyes still glowed, but her immediate reaction had faded and if he released her, Zesiro would no longer be trying to get her hands on him.

"I am ready for training."

[member="Kyrel Ren"]