The Rough and the Intoxicating  Ch. 01

Erisi sighed as the shuttle bearing herself and her colleagues started landing procedures in Alderaan's atmosphere. Roshti (a nervous Togruta) and Hatslu (a pureblood Sith as arrogant as they came) were pressing their noses to the window, soaking up what they could of the famed beauteous Alderaan views. Mantik and Rrovrr, a Muun and Wookie respectively, were less enthralled, occupying themselves with their own musings as the shuttle soared over the landscape. The Thul delegates that greeted them used flowery language, their gracious smiles not reaching their eyes. Erisi mused to herself as they were led to the imposing Thul grounds; at least when she smiled, people couldn't tell as easily if she was genuine or not.

Lord Ki'ti had sent them to Alderaan to ensure they learned how the Empire should conduct itself in negotiations with potential allies, feeling that some of the party were particularly lacking in this regard. Of course, other members were more skilled in such diplomatic ventures, but Ki'ti was never one to waste an educational opportunity. The group were to observe and assist in the talks between House Thul and the Empire, though as mere apprentices they were not to involve themselves unless directly ordered to by the superiors already present.

Their hosts showed the rooms they were to attend when summoned; enclosed meeting rooms with high ceilings and tasteful décor, large tables and comfortable chairs, on the side of a cavernous banqueting hall with marble flooring and rich, thick carpets. The group were suitably awed for the most part, Roshti in particular behaving like an owl as his head swivelled around to try and take in the entire sight in one go. Hatslu and Mantik were less impressed, Hatslu clearly preferring the designs and sculptures of Dromund Kaas to Alderaan.

The group were led to one of the staterooms, their guide knocking twice before hearing the affirmative response from inside. The apprentices made their way inside and bowed deeply as one towards the occupants. Their Thul guide introduced them to the delegation members, who included several diplomatic servicemen in their distinctive red jackets, representative Sith from the Diplomacy and Expansion sphere, and a couple of members of the Sphere of Military Offense. Erisi had to suppress a shiver as Lord Vio's piercing gaze swept over the group of apprentices.

"...and finally may I introduce Lord Vio and Captain Izzik of the Sphere of Military Offense; given the crucial part that House Thul may play in serving the Empire, we are in need of their expertise on the field to better direct our forces to bring victory and Alderaan much more swiftly to the Empire."

"Ah...the rabble from Lord Ki'ti?" A pureblood female Sith cooed, sinister smile lingering around her chin tendrils.

"Their part is to watch, learn, and keep silent unless directed otherwise, Linci," Vio snapped, the enclosure with so many Sith versed in talking rather than doing clearly having taken a toll on his patience, "Assuming they know how to obey, hindrance should be...minimal."

Lord Linci tried to send a withering look to Vio, though was obliged to lower her eyes in deference to the more powerful Sith. Vio merely curled his lip in mock satisfaction, waving his hand to indicate that the apprentices should take their places standing around the table. Hatslu immediately positioned himself between Vio and Linci, whereas Mantik stood as far away from Vio and as close to the door as possible. Roshti and Rrovrr stayed fairly close to Mantik, leaving no room for Erisi to stand with them. She made her way down to stand near some of the diplomatic Sith, trying to keep her mind off the insidious presence of Lord Vio's Dark Side aura. Vio's smirk deepened so subtly, the only indication he gave of being aware of Erisi and her slight distress.

After an hour or two, the preparatory meeting was adjourned, the apprentices ushered away to their assigned rooms in the Thul residences. Each apprentice was given their own room, large, well aired and with a seemingly endless excellent view of the far mountains toward the Glarus Valley. Their guide advised them of the evening meal time, warning them to come prepared for entertainment before withdrawing and leaving them to their own devices.

Finally alone in her room, Erisi decided to wash and rest before the evening requirements, shuddering as her travel-stained padded armour peeled off her skin. She found the bathtub ready filled and waiting, steam wafting off the top of the water in glorious tendrils. Long blonde hair still restrained in the thick plait, she stepped into the tub, hissing a sigh of relief as her body sank slowly under the surface of the water. Despite her relief and relaxation, her senses kept nagging at her. After a moment's reflection, she realised why; she could sense Vio heading to his own rooms above her. His potency was enough for his presence to reverberate across a floor, allowing her to sense his frustration and pent up energy. She bit her lip, deciding to try to send something back along their connection in the Force.

A sense of relaxation, excitement...

Her hand brushed against her inner thigh under the water, finger sliding upwards instinctively.

...and desire.

She inhaled sharply, trying to withdraw the connection a heartbeat after such emotions had been considered. His presence didn't change, his footsteps having only paused for half a second -- had she imagined any difference? Erisi shook her head, trying to keep her mind relaxed and focused on the bath she was soaking in, wanting to make the most of such a rare luxury.

Vio had not been expecting Erisi to try and use the connection he forged between them against him, his steps slowing for a brief moment as he processed the emotions she had sent to him.

Relaxation? A Sith should not be relaxed when they had a task to accomplish...

Excitement? More forgivable, considering she was at the start of the task and about to observe competent Sith in action.

Desire? Desire...? Now that was interesting.

Vio grinned wickedly, sensing that the rest of the group were off on their own individual business. He renewed his trajectory, allowing his presence in the Force to be masked gradually, cloaked entirely by the time he reached the door to Erisi's assigned room. He entered silently, closing and locking the door behind him with a subtle snap. Now that he was much closer, he could now hear her breathing. Erratic. Harsh. His eyes gleamed as he realised what she was doing in the bath. Clearly it was something he should try. He made his way silently closer, still masking his presence as he removed his gauntlets one by one.

Erisi's eyes would have been rolling if she had them, her fingers moving and stroking rhythmically below the water, her back beginning to arch as she felt the stirrings within shudder towards breaking point. Pert breasts topped with pebble-like nipples the colour of bitten cherries broke through the surface of the bathwater, a name distinct amongst the breathy moans.

"...V-Vio.."

Suddenly her breasts were encapsulated by large, strong hands, the presence right behind her bath no longer masked, a grinning, evil mouth nestled by her ear.

"You called, my dear Erisi..?" Vio's breath was hot over her skin, at odds with the chilled goosebumps that flashed over her entire body.

Erisi jumped, practically swallowing some of the bubbles in shock. The progress she had made was lost, the bath water sloshing out over the floor as she tried to both hide herself and face the intruder. Vio's grip tightened, easily keeping her in place by his hold on her, forcing her to remain on her back with chest out of the water, her head kept pinned between his neck and shoulder. His thumbs began to stroke around her nipples as he spoke.

"Well...here I am. Lucky you!" He allowed his breath to steal over her skin again, noting with no small amount of satisfaction that her body was already extremely sensitive to his touch. Those delectable nipples seemed ready to burst under his thumb.

"H-how did you!? I don't...Lord... Lord Vio, I..I..." Erisi stammered, her arms moving out of pure terror to cross over her chest, her heart pounding in her throat. Vio simply straightened up, lifting her like a doll half out of the water, her stomach and the upper swell of her hips now winking at him out of the bath.

"Do not try to hide what belongs to me." He hissed in her ear, eyes sliding over the newly bared, writhing form, "You are mine." His teeth raked over the sensitive skin of her neck to highlight the point, biting down on the juncture of her shoulder and collarbone to drive it home in her mind. Erisi cried out, flinching as the pain washed through her nerves, his hands on her chest still locking her in his grip, fingers and thumbs pinching those rock hard cherries hard. Erisi whimpered, shaking and writhing as she was pinned close to his chest, though obeying his directions as her arms slowly lowered from their futile attempt at hiding her pert assets.

"Good...good, my dear Erisi..." The wicked grin grew wider, "...now shall we test whether you are completely clean, or whether you need a more...intrusive scrubbing?" his voice becoming rougher with the final two words, his hand releasing one of the pert mounds to rake his nails down her torso, over the soft curve of her stomach and down below the waterline, his fingers easily finding two different types of wetness between her thighs as they began to stroke and entice. The sudden tremor of pleasure that rocketed through her body was delightful. His eyes travelled slowly back up the young, trim body, deciding that such delectable, juicy fruits needed to be sampled.

Erisi cried out again, body jolting as Vio's mouth closed around the nipple that wasn't being tormented by his hand. The hand that was delving and exploring between her thighs only increased its pace, two fingers now rhythmically intruding and starting to splay her as they scissored. The fruit was as delicious as it had looked, Vio's grunts and moans were somewhat muted by the flesh that was captured in his mouth. He suckled hard, a grown man greedy for every single inch, her poor nipple bitten, bruised and swollen under his harsh teeth and tongue. All the while, his fingers pumped and slipped around her, torturing her clit with half circles, circles and strokes, stoking her climax to just where and when he wanted, not allowing her any reprieve or early release.

"You do taste...so very...sweet..." Vio murmured against her skin, his nose nuzzling into the flesh of her breast, unable to resist biting down to the tune of Erisi's reactive yelp of pain. Erisi's hands dropped to the side of the bath, her knuckles white as she clutched at the ornate partial railing. His fingers knew her far too well, breast and button. She was too far gone. Stars, she needed him to just stroke that one spot further up...

It was with a sudden, relieved cry that Erisi finally snapped. Jerking, her body arched and bucked between the bath and Vio's strong, capable hands and wicked tongue. Vio frowned though couldn't help some emotion of grim satisfaction, the fingers of his that had been delving and seeking further into the young Miraluka suddenly drenched in something other than water. He reluctantly released her breast from his mouth with a distinct 'pop', the hand that had been teasing, caressing and pinching the other nipple also retreating, allowing the overwhelmed, gasping Erisi to slip back into the bath.

Erisi clung to the side of the fixture, pressing her abused chest against the smoothness of the side, the warm water lapping at the heated skin. It took her a few moments to clear her head enough to retrieve conscious thought, and when she looked around she realised that he had just left her alone in the room. Her heart sank, loins both relieved and disappointed.

She suddenly dreaded the evening entertainment so much more.