Kharma Suithra - Upon The Occasion...

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~~ Kharma Suithra - Upon The Occasion ~~

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NC-17.

“A very ancient book Apprentice.” Sidious mused aloud to his Apprentice, the Sith, Lord Maul. He turned the book in his hands, stroked the soft cover made seemingly of a fine pale hide or skin, and gently turned the first few pages.

“One of the few remaining from the purges, and the desecration of the Great Library.”

Maul drank a sip of tepid water. Water was all he would allow himself until after his marriage to the woman, when they would celebrate their union with a simple meal and then each other. The fasting made him light headed, expanded his consciousness. He had bathed in ritual manner, purified his soul and body with meditation and purging herbs for what he would undergo on the morrow. And he looked forward to the morrow for he burned to consummate his desire for her.

He stilled his soul, calmed his mind. It was not seemly to think of such matters in the presence of his Master who lived alone, lived the life of an unmarried man, pleasures of the body forsaken and foresworn, for all he knew.

“A strange little book… Perhaps upon the occasion of…” Sidious started, then fell silent.

“The subject matter Master?” queried Maul, taking another sip from the exquisite crystal glass, chiseled into a thousand facets. The crystal reflected the candlelight, offering brilliant flashes of red and gold as the glass moved against the light in his red and black clawed hand. He turned the glass slowly, and in his heady state, fell under the spell of the glints and sparks from the glass.

A sharp ‘crack’ jolted Maul back from almost oblivion as Sidious sharply rapped the book once against the table, caustically remarking on his student’s inattention. The Apprentice fell to his knees, prostrated himself, and asked his Master’s forgiveness for such unwarranted behaviour, and the Master peevishly threw the precious book at him, instructed him to read it well before retiring for the night, and to take it with him as he started his new life.

As Maul bowed and left the room, Sidious watched, wondering when the woman would die and release his Apprentice from this thrall she had placed upon him. He searched the dark threads of the Force, but found nothing. Something may have to be arranged then. Until then, let Maul forget the unspoken dictum of celibacy, and let them pleasure themselves and each other until death, for all he cared.

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In his own monkish cell, bare and spartan, Maul sat by the console and opened the book. He placed it flat upon the table, and opened it carefully, with reverence as befitted such an ancient tome. As he studied the title – ‘Of Coition’ – he took a sip of the warm water to still his hunger. The vessel from which he now drank was of plain glass, unornamented, a rounded bowl of wholesome design set upon a slender stem; the whole being of a shape most pleasing to the eye.

The covers of the book were of a fine pale yellow skin, gone a little stiff with age. The leaves of the book were finer yet, being made of a more supple hide beaten thin and smooth. Passing his sensitive finger-tips over it, he felt the sueded smoothness and velvet warmth of the pages, settling seductively onto his hands, contrasting greatly with the dark and brooding quality evoked by it’s presence. He wondered where the skin came from, what creature had died to give such a fine soft pelt fit to be made into such a vellum. Perhaps a fine skinned human, massaged daily with fine lotions and precious oils… Had there been a sacrifice of pain and suffering? Was the creature dead before the flay-master stripped the skin from the sacrifice, slowly peeled the outer tegument from the living flesh beneath? He suspected not and turned his mind to the book again.

The title was written on the cover in bold script. The language was Standard Basic, the lingua franca of the galaxy since the first starships had emblazoned a way between suns and systems eons ago. The form of it was ancient, he saw, and intrigued by it, he turned the page, took another sip of water. A list of contents on the second page, ‘Of Seduction’, ‘Of Stroking’, ‘Of The Hands’, ‘Of the Intimate Places’, ‘Of Ritual’, and so on to the last, entitled ‘Of More Subtle Delights’.

He leafed slowly through the pages. To his amusement, he saw there were small illustrations, one for each chapter discreetly placed, describing a position which might be employed by the lovers to whom the book was addressed. Seeing these, now his loins ached. He burned, he wanted her above him driving her body onto his, he wanted her beneath him surrendering herself to him, he wanted her naked on his lap moving her hips for him, he wanted to see her face as she took his body within hers, he wanted to feel her body shudder in ecstasy with his…

He wanted her.

Another sip of water, another turn of the page…

So, his Master thought him unknowing perhaps? An innocent? He thought not. Maul thought back to an earlier book, translated for Palpatine some years ago. Turning the page, the style of the script was similar, the language the same. Perhaps the same author then. He wondered for what species the book was intended, he himself being Zabrak and his woman Human. The differences in them that they had found were intriguing and arousing; her hair and his claws, her breasts and his horns. Would there be more? Putting aside these pleasing but distracting thoughts and doing as bid by his Master, he turned again to the book and Chapter One – Of Seduction.

The pages spoke of secluded places, of soft touches and where to make them. He saw it was for the human then. A wry smile. Much in the galaxy was for the human. They had exploded from their polluted and over-populated planet like rats and infested nearly all the known systems, colonising their way from world to world many millennia since.

Another sip of water, another page. This spoke of the power of words, of low whispers and heartfelt murmurs, of subtle inflections of the voice to give such power to the words that even a maiden could not resist. His woman was a maiden, he knew, as virgin as he. She had found no man, or anyone who was not man but male, worthy of her body, let alone her heart and soul, until now. And he? According to the custom of his people, his species, he waited for his woman, his Tai Shan, the woman to whom his body and mind would respond in entirety. He waited for the ultimate pleasure and release in a mind and body which melded to his, as if made for him only.

‘Of stroking’, ‘Of the Hands’, Maul read on.

So much he knew, so much he had done. So much he had discovered in his carefully planned assault on her affections, her womanhood. And indeed his assault had been most meticulously planned and executed, as befitted a warrior and man such as he. A glance, a touch, a gentle caress; hot sweet kisses and soft words; they had soon brought her to his heart – as he had desired and she had wanted.

Sipping the warm water, reading what he knew, as prescribed by his Master, what he had sensed, what he had discovered, wondering what he would find in this book that was new and exciting…

Until the last chapter, ‘Of More Subtle Delights.’ - a chapter about darker things, of chains and whips, of Forceful bindings, of power to be gained by pain and sacrifice. There were tales of pain sparking over into pleasure, of how the Force might be used to enhance such pleasure…

Maul was enthralled. He had a fancy for pain, and he had a talent for violence and destruction. His teeth were sharp, and he would use them delicately upon his woman, to tease and thrill, make her wonder as he closed his fangs gently about her tender places. Would he break the skin? Would he draw blood? Would he give her pain? And if he did, would it please her?

He hoped she would treat his body in similar manner. He wanted her to place little painful bites down his chest, kissing between the bites… He turned the page.

The book then murmured of sacrifice, of how a body may be disposed while the throat was cut, of how the life of a virgin was the most powerful gift of all to many gods.

A virgin taken at the moment of passion, as ecstasy was reached, and how any power this virgin possessed then passed to the hands of the life-taker.

The power of a Jedi Knight, should it fall into his possession, was immense, and a woman such as his – was very powerful indeed. Her power would augment his, and enhance his own, enormously.

There came the end of the book. He re-read the chapter about the use of the Force, and committed it to memory. He looked at his hands and blunted claws, thought of tomorrow, considered how they would roam the body of his Tai Shan and give her such delights as she had never felt before. Knew her hands would do this also for him.

He looked forward to tomorrow, for he ached to consummate his desire with her.

And on the morrow, after they had made their promises to each other, they took their light repast, and Maul took his woman, who gave herself most willingly…

As he undid the ties to her bridal gown, it fell with a sigh to the floor - he touched her skin in wonder and delight, marveling how white she was, how soft.

He held her close, skin to skin, thrilled to the touch of her body against his.

He carried her to his bed, lay her down, closed his eyes and ran his hands over her, feeling her alien but beautiful form, committing the shape and feel of her to memory.

Grazing his fangs over her breast as she caressed his horns, he gently bit the nipple.

“Such pain she would feel… one could feed on her pain and enjoy…” said the book, whispering seductively in his mind.

He made another tiny bite, used the Force, heightened her sensation of him, and gently bit again, kissed and licked with his rough tongue.

He held her close and moved his hand to her intimate places, caressed and teased, made her moan and strain at the pleasure of his touch.

“Such flesh is a sweet sacrifice if culled and burned to the glory of the Sith…” suggested the book.

“What use is burnt flesh to a dead god, when I can enjoy such delights as this when I please?” said the Sith silently, as her body became ready to receive his.

She touched him, grasped his body, played tenderly with him as he moaned and moved his hips into her hand.

“Then make her submit to your darker desires, a whip, a chain, a glance of your hand…” urged the book.

The Sith laughed. “Why? My Beloved gives herself most willingly, there is no need for coercion or force.” As he pressed her teasing hand more tightly to him.

“Then put her on her knees, hold her down, take her by force and roughly from behind…” it hinted darkly.

I shall look into her eyes and know that she loves me, I will see the pleasure she takes in my nearness, and the longing she has for the touch of my hand.” And the Sith tilted the head of his woman upward, smiled and looked deep in her eyes.

“She is a virgin…” whispered the book…

“I know.” said the Sith. “I shall be her first and her last, and I shall know no other than her.” As he gathered his woman into his embrace and put his body into hers.

She gave a sharp intake of breath at the little pain she felt, then the pleasure of his body overcame her.

“There is power in a virgin…” said the book.

“Her power will grow, as will mine.” Replied the Sith, as he started the most ancient dance, wondering at the sweetness he feels.

“Such power will be yours…” flutter the pages, darkly. And as he moved more, the tension mounted in them both, until all they saw was each other in the stillness around them.

“…if you kill her as she moves in ecstasy beneath you...” says the book, far away.

The woman looks into his golden eyes, whispers his name, smiles, kisses his beautiful mouth again and again. She moves urgently now and pushes against him, sobbing in the pleasure she feels.

The Sith opens his mouth, puts his head at the side of hers. He bites her shoulder and draws a little blood. Dimly he remembers that she is human, takes her mouth, searches her eyes for her soul.

She reaches back to him, loses herself in the wide black pupils ringed with fire, gives everything.

And he catches her mind, closes the book with a vicious snap of the covers, silencing it to him forever. And he reaches for her soul, takes it, swims in the brightness of it, as she sips at the darkness of his.

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