Darth Gyaumchem
Domination is the dominion of a man, who expects his size and breadth to destroy all barriers to his exclusivity. My back slides against warm metal, legs loosening as [member="Darth Carnifex"] hitches me up. Arms fixed above my head. His breath expresses upon my body, dwarfed by his colossal size. I pull my wrists to no avail. The woman dancing the destruction of a singularity bound up by the will and strength of the Sith arts’ most dangerous Scion.
“You can no sooner own me than you may hold the cosmos in your hand, Ve’lo.” The wrists he hold lose their solidity, atoms separating until the Dark Lord’s hands are pressed against the warm metal. A small demonstration of will and sovereignty. Eyes, which gaze upon the universe with hatred view me with affection. The hunger, which sated will turn to delight.
A gasping pant echoes through the room as he releases me of corporeal rags. His passions swathe me, echo and build upon me in an oppressive tenacity. My hands slide upon his arms, fingernails raking the fabric holding to his skin.
“I am your generous goddess. You may worship me.” And perhaps in the seconds which expanded my eyes from their silver hue to the tipping point of galaxies and foreign stars, Kaine Zambrano would recognize that he held the cosmos in the palms of his hands. “Ve’lo. My love.”
“You can no sooner own me than you may hold the cosmos in your hand, Ve’lo.” The wrists he hold lose their solidity, atoms separating until the Dark Lord’s hands are pressed against the warm metal. A small demonstration of will and sovereignty. Eyes, which gaze upon the universe with hatred view me with affection. The hunger, which sated will turn to delight.
A gasping pant echoes through the room as he releases me of corporeal rags. His passions swathe me, echo and build upon me in an oppressive tenacity. My hands slide upon his arms, fingernails raking the fabric holding to his skin.
“I am your generous goddess. You may worship me.” And perhaps in the seconds which expanded my eyes from their silver hue to the tipping point of galaxies and foreign stars, Kaine Zambrano would recognize that he held the cosmos in the palms of his hands. “Ve’lo. My love.”
FTB