The Tower of Prophecy

[Ax'no]

Briga enjoyed the Zeltron’s quiet passion. It was a refreshing change of pace from the normal raucousness of the Caprine in just about everything they did – love, revelry, imbibing. The pink-skinned near human had the delicate manners that her species did not, and she appreciated both the restraint she showed, and also breaking through that restraint like blaster bolts through clari-crystalline.

Once the blindfold was on, the Jedi seemed even more relaxed. This was a very promising turn of events considering what Briga planned to do. She stroked the girl with her claws still, ,not easing up on her silken touch, and then telepathically sent Saira a message: She tucked the lightsaber under her robes. Go fetch that… and quietly. The maiden swam away and pulled herself out of the pool, her footsteps making a soft padding sound on the stone floor.

In the meantime, Briga tried again to influence the Jedi’s mind, by implanting feel-good sensations and caresses as though she was bathing the girl’s brain in honey. Joza’s touch on her back was delightful and sent shivers and goosebumps all along her own body. Since the Zeltron was blindfolded, Briga took a few moments to land a few unexpected kisses and soft bites on her arched, swan-like neck, moving down to her breastbone and the sensitive skin which was flushed from activity and desire.

Saira unwrapped the saber from the robes and held it gingerly. The maiden was afraid of the powerful weapon, but Briga wasn’t.

Now toss it to me, Saira. Now.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza was unable to recall a time where she’d felt like this, allowing herself to bask in her body’s natural responses. It was likely a combination of Briga’s skill in the art of pleasure and the forbidden situation of which their lovemaking arose from that caused the Zeltron to feel surges of pleasure dance along her spine and radiate out toward her limbs.

As immersed as she was in her own desires, Joza hadn’t completely submitted herself to the Priestess. Although she was absolutely attracted to the pretty, graceful creature, that did not dispel her previous suspicions which still danced in the back of her mind. At the sound of water rushing back into the pool as Saira pulled herself out, Joza’s free hand twitched beneath the water and her heart began to beat a bit more erratically. At the edge of her mind, the Force called in a faint warning and the Zeltron raised her hand, the saber hilt flying to her if the handmaiden had not already passed it over to Briga.

Should her weapon find its way back to the Jedi, she would slip a thumb beneath the cloth blindfold and toss it into her water. She rotated her saber arm out with a practiced motion, but did not activate the blade. Instead, the hand at Briga’s back would pull her closer to the Zeltron, almost aggressively so. The Padawan would delve forward for a sudden kiss, her touches less gentle and more demanding this time as she reveled in the friction between their bodies. “Keep going.” She growled against the Caprine’s lips, her heated breath growing more labored against the other woman’s neck as her free hand continued to trail along her back with added vigor.

If the young Jedi knew what she was doing, she didn’t care—her lust for the other woman ran deeply, and she’d be damned if she let a lightsaber come in the way of her release.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

The saber did not make its way to Briga’s hand. Saira let out a little squeak as the weapon flew from her grip and into the waiting palm of the Jedi. But Joza didn’t stop her advance and only held the lightsaber, unactivated. If the Caprine felt as if she was in immediate danger, she would have pushed off of the Zeltron with her muscular legs and splashed to the other side of the pool.

Though her skin prickled with anxiety that perhaps she was the fly caught in the pink filaments of the Zeltron’s web, she was not in danger. At least for now.

Keep going.

It was that intoxicating order that broke Briga’s defenses down completely. She finally succumbed to the desire she’d been keeping at bay in order to fully enact her plan. The horned mystic was utterly lost now to the woman’s charms. Briga allowed herself full reign to explore the dancer’s body, indulging in deep kisses and urgent caresses.

The cool water only added to the spirituous union between the two female aliens. Briga was so drunk with lust, she was in that dangerous situation that her Sith Master warned her about. She’d lost her head to her body’s yearning. As she was commanded, the Caprine grabbed Joza fervently and began to claim her. In the next few hours, while Saira closed the door to the chamber and even locked it, preventing any outsiders from interfering, the mystic would fully take the Zeltron with a feral passion. There wasn’t a part of the girl she didn’t explore and vice versa. At one point, the brunette maiden began to approach, wanting to join in, until one sharp look from her mistress had her retreating. Briga wanted Joza all to herself. Like a hard-won, rare and valuable prize, the mystic was not going to share it, and she made sure that she fulfilled all of the promises that her earlier strokes had only hinted about.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza rested at the edge of the pool, her back against the wall and her head tilted back. In her arms was the Caprine Priestess who had helped to remind her that she was, at her core, a Zeltron.

The last few hours had melted together in her mind, the sensations of which still sparked across her skin as pleasant reminders of what had just taken place. The Jedi was silent for a few moments, chest heaving as she had yet to regulate her breathing. Though still taken with ecstasy, in the back of her mind Joza hoped that she wouldn’t come down from her high just yet. She knew herself well enough to know that there would be repercussions soon, but still wanted to float on this pleasant cloud for just a bit longer.

“You put many Zeltrons to shame.” She chuckled darkly, her voice bouncing a little easier off of the stone walls now that the entrance was sealed. Glancing at the horned Mystic, Joza shifted slightly to reaffirm the feeling of Briga’s graceful form against her own, sighing softly in contentment. “I wonder if this was your plan all along.” She arched a brow, an amused yet vaguely searching look on her face as she brushed a lock of hair from her vision. Her mane of red hair had since been worked from its tight bun and fell along her back and shoulders, the last few inches dipping into the water.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga held onto Joza for a little while, languidly stroking the Jedi’s soft, pink skin. Their bodies fit together nicely, but the water was pruning their skin. The Caprine knew she had to leave the pool at some point, but it was very difficult with such a lovely plaything under her fingertips.

“My maidens have always wanted to go to Zeltros,” she said. “I’m afraid that once they visited, they’d never want to return to Iktotch.” Briga also chuckled, running her hand over Joza’s pink hair as it cascaded down the Zeltron’s muscular shoulders.

When Joza spoke of Briga’s “plan,” her amber eyes flashed mischievously. “Oh I have plans for you,” she said. “But you are a Jedi. The unfortunate reality is that being my favorite disciple would clash with your ideals, and all you’ve been taught.” Briga sat up, stretching her lithe arms above her head, signaling she was going to rise soon. Saira noticed it and removed herself from the pool, drying herself off with a towel from a nearby wardrobe and retrieving one for her mistress and also Joza. The Priestess glanced at Joza’s lightsaber again, which had barely left the Zeltron’s side.

“But tell me first, how can a Jedi like yourself dwell with so much passion in your soul? You dabbled in the passion of the darkside this afternoon by making love to me,” she said, finally admitting that she was not light or neutral, but a malicious creature and likely up to no good.

“You sampled it just now and cannot deny that it was akin to paradise. The question remains… would you like more?”

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Letting out a low sigh, the Zeltron sunk a bit further into the waters, her head tilting back a bit further to rest against the stone floor. Her high was waning, and though Briga’s words were troubling, Joza couldn’t deny that the Caprine was still alluring to her. Perhaps even moreso now, was this the power of a dark sided seductress? Or was the Priestess simply a forbidden fruit to the young woman?

She’d felt the pull of the dark side before, but never this strong. Absently, Joza wondered how far she’d slipped to the other side this afternoon. Even in the Sanctum, Padawans such as herself were discouraged from dabbling in darker matters, if they should choose to walk the path of a Grey Jedi. She’d heard whispers of how beneficial dark powers were, and she truly wondered how good they had to be if so many chose that path.

“No.” She answered simply, lying plainly through her teeth as she rose from the water. “I’ve been sated. Quite a feat, though.” She mused, trying to appear as if she was above it all, that she hadn’t been hooked by the horned temptress. She paused in wrapping the towel around her body, wondering how she should respond to the unanswered question. “I suppose I’m not the good little Jedi I’ve been trying to be.” Though intended to remain as a thought, she’d spoken out loud. Biting her lip, the Jedi attempted to roll with it. “Why the dark side, though? What does it offer beyond boundless passion?”

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

Briga didn’t leave the water just yet. First she turned over onto her belly, elbows again propped up on the lip of the stone pool. She took yet another opportunity to gaze upon Joza’s shapely curves as though admiring a marble statue, as though by scanning the Zeltron with her amber eyes, she could relive exactly what had transpired between them. And in a way, she would for many weeks to follow.

“Saira, a towel please,” said the Caprine Priestess. Her chestnut-haired maiden was already dressed now and came back over to help her mistress out of the pool, drying Briga carefully and quite sensually, signaling a familiarity between the two of them that appeared to go behind Lady and Hired Help. As Saira helped dress the Priestess as well, Briga never took her irises off of Joza. “I thought all Jedi were good,” the Caprine said, ringing out her wet hair. And in a softer, sultrier voice she added, “And you were certainly a good, little Jedi for me.”

She gave a hoarse laugh and then said, “The dark side is not just about passion, although within practice, passion is limitless. Bogan offers power, strength and even freedom, the freedom to do as you please. How would you like to feel like the deity that you are, Joza?”

Saira opened the door for her Priestess. The Caprine stood in the entranceway and slowly held out her hand to the Zeltron Jedi.
“I will only ask you once more: will you join me? Iktotch is not too far from Voss. You could come back here tonight if you changed your mind.” Briga’s low, husky voice promised a paradise between the two that would possibly be unrivaled by any other suitors or lovers. However, the gleam in her eyes was as dark and cold as a reptilian predator.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza could feel the Caprine’s eyes on her, slightly unnerved. She had only pride for her bare body, but something in the woman’s eyes…and voice…and manner of conducting herself seemed too distinctly dark sided. Perhaps this was only because Briga revealed her alliance to be such, or perhaps the Padawan was just coming down from her hormonal high.

Guilt at how she’d spent her afternoon doing something so impure when she’d intended to spend the day with more pristine dealings began to fill her. And to her chagrin, along with the shame came a sudden surge of lust. Heady, blistering lust. It downright scared the Jedi that something could be this intense, this potent. Did she do something to me? Swallowing, she refused the notion that this feeling had come about from within her and was not some seductress’ dark sided trick.

“No,” She answered quickly, her voice cracking before a stern look took over the features as if to make up for her slight. She’d dressed in her robes rather quickly, adjusting the fabric and clipping the saber safely to her hilt. Yes. Take me again and again. She looked away, gaze fluttering to the pool that they’d desecrated with their acts. Don’t be deceived with her honeyed words. This is what her kind do.

“Not now.” She addended, immediately cursing herself for doing so. She wanted to just say no and be done with it, but it would be too damn hard to just see her walk away. But the near theft of her saber rung in the back of her mind as a warning bell, reminding the Zeltron that all may not be what it seemed.

[member="Briga Tiin"]

 

[Ax'no]

As she lingered in the doorway, Saira bouncing past her, Briga thought she could hear numerous footsteps in the corridor – not hurried or the sound of soldiers or security – but either way, she didn’t want to take her chances. Her plan had been thwarted by the clever near-human, and with the sound of company nearby, she could not improvise.

But there would always be other plans and provisions. Someday.

“The invitation is open,” the Priestess said, her gaze still traveling Joza’s shapely form. “And I’ll come back to Voss… eventually.”

As the goddess Ax’no, landing in a flaming comet, prepared to burn the landscape and everything the Jedi Zeltron held dear. Not out of revenge. Only her preordained path of divinity. And one day perhaps the tempting magenta haired siren would join her in her exalted destiny. Briga could still see traces of desire lingering in her glittering eyes, but like a sentinel of the Tower, the Jedi would remain guarded and stationary.

Briga followed Saira out of the room and any trace of darkness that was left in the room, swept out along with her like an extinguished flame.

Not now. But perhaps another time when the Jedi Knight realized the lightsided path was empty, futile and filled with lies.

[member="Joza Perl"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza had hoped, on the surface, that Briga would scowl and walk away. Reject her as a lost cause. It would make the alluring Caprine that much easier to forget. She could already feel the mystic seeping her way into her dreams, and that scared her. Was she that weak, to give in to her own lust so easily? The Zeltron had scoffed away propositions in the past like they were nothing, but she found it difficult to resist Briga’s pull. Again, was this the power of the woman’s dark energies invading her mind? Did this feeling come from within the Jedi herself?

But no. The open invitation was something Joza could not refuse, though she did not yet know it. She’d find her way to Iktotch out of some sort of convenience one way or another. Perhaps on a mission of sorts, or under the guise of wholesome curiosity. They’d meet again, in bed or on the battlefield.

Emerald eyes followed the priestess’ form as she moved from the room, lingering long after she’d disappeared. Taking in a shaky breath, Joza stared down at the Jedi robes she was once proud to don. It was wrong to wear them now, as dirty as she felt.

“D-Damnit…”

[Exit]

[member="Briga Tiin"]