A New Beginning

[Kyrel Ren]

He was taken back by how beautiful she was, in so loose clothing. That when she knocked him already barely covered she decided to wiggle her backside towards. He felt heat rise within him, as his own control was starting to wane. He hated her for that.

He then felt her run her fingers, along with his face and the rest of his body, as she began to do acts that were never thought not possible. His resolve was quickly starting to crumble, as a fire was swelling within him. He needed to show some strength but at this point, that was becoming increasingly difficult.

He then dug his hands into her backside and nipped at her neck, as he said begrudgingly. "I hate you." He said speaking truth into his words. As he sat there practically at his breaking point.
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[Zesiro]

Zesiro felt Kyrel's resolve starting to fail and she pressed her advantage. His hands gripped into her back and he bit at her neck. When he did that, she let out a little playful growl and nipped his neck back, but with little to no pressure. More of a nibble with her lips only. Their previous encounters had been all about one or the other dominating and controlling. Today, it was find out who would break first and give him. While this was new to him, she did have some practice and continued to maintain her composure.

His words made her grin at him and he would see the playful, hungry look in her eyes.

"Hate is such a strong emotion. I love it."

Maneuvering in position, Zesiro moved to lay on the other side of her master and continued with her caresses. Playing all over his body.

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[Kyrel Ren]

He could hear her let out a growl, as she attached her own lips to his neck. He still kept his hands on her backside kneading the smooth flesh. As she spoke loving the strong emotion, her voice carrying a bit of seduction. Kyrel was starting to break. He was starting to want her badly.

He then saw a hungry look in her eyes, that made him start to groan as he tried to maintain his composure. He knew he couldn't last any longer, his body was already starting to betray him, and so he just lied there contemplating on what to do.

He then felt her hands explore his body, he realized that enough. He looked to her and growled as he spoke. "Oh yes, my apprentice I am sure you do." He said taking the advantage and kissing her deeply, nibbling and biting her lower lip.

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[Zesiro]

With his touch on her back digging in, Zesiro pushed herself into it. It felt good and gave her muscles release. When their eyes met and Kyrel clearly saw what she was feeling, she doubled that and released the emotion to him through the Force. Even a person that couldn't use the Force usually surrendered and gave in, if they resisted this long.

She wasn't sure if he meant that groan to be out loud or kept silent, but Zesiro knew he would give into his own body's demands. For only moments longer, he laid on the bed before his resolve and willpower crumbled.

He growled and responded to the words she had spoken by giving her quite a passionate kiss. Turning it into nibbling and nipping war on her lower lip.

Returning these with her own passion, her fingers ran across the top of his head. The connection, touch and force of passion should finish tipping them both over past the threshold of control, allowing them to fill both of their needs.

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[Kyrel Ren]

The dark side was floating through the small space. It was like a burning fire between them. As they both battled one another for dominance. Kyrel trying to show that he was the superior one here, as the battle kept going, they both chewed on one another's lips swearing he could almost taste the metallic texture of blood. He didn't care such encounters would have or be worse.

He merely embraced such things, feeding onto her hunger while she fed on his, he kept showing his dominance, by digging his metal fingers into her flesh, almost enough to break the skin as he continued into his ferocious kiss.

He stopped and then looked to her. His eyes a slight yellow hue as he said. "This time I am the Master here." He said as he bit into her neck nearly breaking the skin. As he was close to ripping whatever she had left right off.

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[Zesiro]

Kyrel thrived on feeling the pain, fear and anger of others, she thrived on the raw passion. Two different ways to live, but this master and apprentice used each to their advantage and grew from them. He still resisted what she was doing, but Zesiro was enjoying this. Even if her own need and desires weren't fulfilled, this was fun. She paying full attention to him and he accepting it. His attention to her and her acceptance of it.

He had to know he was hurting her, but she didn't show it. This was not physical abuse, he wasn't beating her. This was a mutual battle of self control to see how long the other would last before losing it. He thought to dominate her and she sought to do that to him. A stalemate had been reached, neither one willing to surrender to the other or themselves.

The warring of their mouths stopped as he looked at her. Their almost glowing eyes meeting. He said he was the master and she smiled at him. His bite harsh on her tender neck that drew a small gasp from her. Zesiro closed her eyes and surrendered to him. If he was the master, then he would have to show her.

"I know you are, Master."

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[Kyrel Ren]

It was a never ending battle throughout each encounter between Master and Apprentice. It was a battle that would be of primal nature, nature clearly that of the Dark Side. One that did not involve such complex emotions such as love, but more of the primal and beastly desires of the being. He knew she enjoyed it, especially to some measure when he took control.

He looked to her and when she admitted that he was the Master, he took control merely digging into her flesh and ripping whatever she had on, he merely wanted to take control, to be the dominant one. He kept kissing her with ferocity, as he had fully given into what he had wanted.

He looked at her and then spoke in a mix of anger and desire. "I will happily show you, girl. You are no longer the teacher. I am."

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[Zesiro]

With her submitting to him, it was fully. Her reactions to his touch were as natural as breathing. This is what her first master had taught her, how to use and move her body. With him there had been no love and she hated him. When Zesiro met Milo and became his apprentice, he had ended up making her weak. Their relationship had spiraled down into ashes and she killed what had made her weak with him. What she felt with Kyrel was much akin to how it was with her first master. There was no love, only passion and that was going to be as far as she let it go. Love was not option or would be.

The admitting he was master was no easy task for her in this setting. This was where she felt she was. This was a lesson even to her. No matter how much her addiction needed to be met, even he could deny her. Kyrel was her master in every way, even if she had more knowledge of what to do with passion.

Kissing, touching, caressing, feeling filled her mind and senses. Not minutes ago, he said he hated her. He was wrong. They need each other and that fact alone kept either from truly being able to hate the other. The base of their relationship, master and apprentice was sealed.

She returned the fiery kiss, filled it with passion, reveled in her own way the pain he caused her and laid her head on top of his as he spoke.

"Then teach me, Master."

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[Kyrel Ren]

He looked at her, a feral grin coming to his scarred face. She had finally admitted him as Master at least in this case. She must have been desperate, and this is what he could tell that much, besides from looking at her, he couldn't deny it that he was starting to feel something more akin to a beast himself. Something primal was stirring within him, and he had wanted to take it out on his apprentice.

He started to remove his robes, exposing his own scarred tissue, as he returned her kiss in another bout of fiery passion. He continued to nibble on her lip as he felt intense instincts take over. The senses, the feeling, he was getting lost in it all, and this time he was determined to show that he was the Master here.

He looked at her and said as he moved in for the kill. "Oh, I intend to."

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[Zesiro]

He had been resisting the primal call of nature that he had been unaware of until meeting Zesiro. She had introduced him to that and now he was teaching her to control her own nature. This was good, it would make her stronger in the end. This had been a test to both of them and she hoped she had passed.

She had not taken any of his robes off and when Kyrel started to, her eyes traveled from his face to grey and scarred flesh. Her eyes still glowed with the passion she felt, the passion that needed to be let out.

Their struggle for dominance won by him this time, the kisses and nibbles driving Zesiro nuts, but she refrained from trying to take over and control. He was just deny her again and the fight would continue.

Now it was his turn, he moved in and she did not stop him...she didn't want to. He said he would teach her.

Most of her coherent thoughts were shattered and the only thing she knew at that point was the passion that they shared.

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[Kyrel Ren]

The intense battle or really passionate encounter went on for what seemed like hours. Both robes were on the floor, and it felt like it was a never-ending thing. He proved to her that he was in control, and she was just there to bow down to his wishes.

Upon the next time they woke up, the room was still the same, minus the bed of course which was a complete mess. Kyrel had awakened with bits and pieces, of his apprentice revealing outfit still on the bed but in different pieces. He looked over to Zes still in a tangled mess along with him, she ended up with more marks than he did, but that did not just go to say that he didn't come out of the encounter unscathed, as she put up a bit of a fight at first, but it was mainly for amusement.

He looked to her, her hair now lost it's ponytail and was going past her neck, her body bare for him to see. He had to admit even though this in some ways was a test for both of them, it proved to be an interesting experience. He moved his hands along her sleeping from admiring it and remembering what had happened the last time they were awake.

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