Grabbing at the Gramutek [PM for Invite]

[Sage Bane]

As more blood trickled from Sage's arrogant pout, his tongue flicked out to taste it, like a cat licking its chops. Meanwhile, the young man's honey brown eyes never left those black chasms in the middle of Vrag's skull helm. The coppery flavor caused the Sith Lord's own amphistaff biot to surge underneath his skin as it threatened to erupt from its masquer. However, Sage's mental mastery over the creature kept it safely subdued.

At the chill-inducing warnings of his fellow Hand, Sage's expression became a mixture of amusement and nervous excitement. Sage had fought his fair share of beasts, such as Acklays on Felucia and Kinrath on Kashyyyk. He was not frightened of Vrag per se, but he was aware that the woman was a powerhouse who surpassed him in brute strength. Vrag might not kill him, but could bring some serious pain nonetheless. He had to tread carefully.

"I do love to push you, Mistress Vrag," he admitted with a smirk, emphasizing certain words for maximum provocation.

A clawed hand cupped his face then crawled down to his neck, fingers closing around his throat.

"Oh I'm fully aware of what I'm getting into," said Sage defiantly.

With curiosity in his gaze and her hand still on his neck, Sage moved elegantly to kneel before Vrag, bending his knee in a deliciously submissive gesture.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

Despite her best efforts, Vrag's breath caught in her throat — a minute pause, but probably long enough to long enough that the half-chiss would not miss it — and her cold blue eyes stayed glued to his warm brown eyes even as the height disparity between the two grew more and more pronounced.

Vonduun Skerr Ygdris reeled. It coiled. Longed.

The pale flesh of [member="Sage Bane"] was so close and oh so inviting, and it was all she could do to keep her ravenous armor in check. The trail of blood splitting his lip and chin in two did nothing to mollify the thrumming of crab against her body, and Vrag knew it would soon grow infectious, bleeding into her as well.

No, Sage decidedly wasn't aware of what he was getting into.

There were some peculiar preferences when it came to Vrag and sex, and the exposed column of his throat, and that agonizingly slow descent into a kneeling position were only making things worse for the man. Unless he'd planned to make it so, in which case, her former apprentice would get exactly what he sought, and then some.

"Well, since you're so sure…" she mouthed with a faux gentleness as her grip on his trachea tightened ever so slightly, toeing the line between pleasure and pain with an expert touch.

"...you wouldn't mind if I do this…" the woman finished as that same thumb slowly dragged a violent red line down the bare flesh of his neck, small droplets of crimson blossoming in its wake. As she reached the collar of his garment, the woman pulled him to his feet with little ceremony, then promptly swung him around and slammed him back-first into the pulsating walls of the Gramutek behind them.

"Would you?" she breathed low and hoarse into his ear, her hand around his throat replaced by a slithering noose coiled by none other than Lammie herself.

Vrag would pull back, then, just enough that she could look her counterpart in the eye, delighting in the the tell-tale sign of excitement in the form of a throbbing vein against the serrated body of the amphistaff.

"Right up your alley, isn't it?" the Sith Lord murmured softly, but there was a dripping promise in those words as her hands wandered ever lower, and Sage's heart beat ever faster.

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage’s heart drummed out of control as he gazed up at his fellow Hand with unabashed longing. Vrag’s Vonduun Skerr Ygdris ticked and writhed around her, responding to scent of blood that misted the air. It was a maddening feeling for Sage to gaze into the passionless eyeholes of her helm, to be deprived of her expression, the way her eyes gleamed with desire, and lips parted softly in anticipation of meeting his. Her iron grip squeezed his throat in an achingly delicious way. Sage enjoyed the vulnerability, the feeling of being totally at her mercy, and his eyes fluttered closed as he savored the pain. She cut a thin rut down his pale white throat with her claw, and he hitched a breath. His own Vonduun crab armor tightened around him protectively as its segmented legs reached out to her, curious and playful.

Soon, the Sith Lord was dragged up by the collar and shoved roughly against the throbbing Gramutek, its fleshy skin warming his back as it undulated behind him. A grunt escaped his lips when he made impact and then an involuntary growl followed. Her amphistaff coiled around his neck with menacing grace. His own amphistaves began to yearn for freedom. They sensed the danger their master was in, and were chomping at the bit to defend him. A few beads of sweat formed right underneath his hairline.

“Well, there’s just one thing missing," he said. “The woman underneath that armor. I would very much like to see her."

Sage's eyes flashed red, an indication of emotions barely contained. He continued to dance with the devil with his next audaciously demanding request.

"Take it off, Vrag.”

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