Bitch-ception [EN5]

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"I had just done her a considerable favor. Given she was likely already as positively inclined towards me as she would without luck or further considerable effort, it seemed of value to probe her emotions in case I might be able to consolidate her positive feelings towards me further," Hala explained, her voice tightening as her chin tipped upwards slightly in accession.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Of what value, Hala? Do you need to get closer to Malgus, or through her mother, to Baras or Marr?" She whispered softly. As Moyr leaned over and pinched Hala's ear with her lips the second lek entered her top along the sternum. Both Moyr's headtail and her hand found symmetric prizes and wrapped around them, squeezing in sync with the lek around the throat.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

Hala stiffened and stiffled a noise.

"I have no current need, but the curse of politics also means that those connections may one day bear fruit if fostered now. Mine is a neutral position... well, as neutral as it can be."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Which means not very neutral. You have a Darth you serve." Moyr bit and squeezed harder in all places. With her only free hand, she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped the woman's trousers. "Is your interest with Baras' circle related to Torsin?"

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"My interactions with Lord Torsin have been, with one exception, restricted to the matters of diplomacy. The sole exception being his request I join him for breakfast. He seemed to understand that I am more than what I seem, but made no attempt to press further," she said, her left leg curling up around her right so that her foot hooked behind her calf.

"I have no specific interests at the moment with Lord Torsin short of accomplishing my objectives here, f-for which he has proven helpful."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Do you know who he really is?" She sat, and pulled Hala to sigh on her thigh while the dynamics underneath the woman's top got bolder and more pointed. The hand below moved up rather than down, rolling the top up. The lobe was chewed on, sharp twi'leki teeth scratching it.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"Son of Lord and Lady Torsin, of Dromond Kass, later Grand Moff Torsin. His adopted sister is Lord Vreysk, and he serves Darth Baras. But I know nothing more of him than his dossier suggests," she sighed, her auburn and salt locks sweeping down in front of her face as she pressed her lips against the twi'lek's forehead.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"He's Baras' shadow master. And Baras would love to infiltrate the Intelligence the way he has infiltrated the rest of the military in the wake of this year's demise of two big moffs." The squeeze eased a little, but the venturing didn't abate. Moyr inched her own lips closer to Hala's. "When you look into the darkness, the darkness looks back."

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"I do not believe myself to be compromised, nor do I believe him being readily able to compromise me," answered the Watcher in her cold, neutrally affected tone. Her eyes locked onto Moyrs and held them unflincingly and while her body continued to react, it did not seem to reach her face or her pupils any more than it already had.

"What of Darths Malgus and Laishen? They seem to be of greater risk to destabilize the balance. I would ask of Darth Xevious, but I do not think you care for him greatly either way."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"I didn't say you are. I felt like warning you though." The lek cruised along Hala's jaw as the shirt became rolled up past the woman's bosom. "I like what Malgus is doing. I don't want him derailed. Balance is a primarily Jedi idea. Ours is change."

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"So all things being equal, I'm to help Darth Magus's side so long as it does not draw further into the conflict?" She asked, the Watcher receding. She wrapped her arms around the back of Moyrs neck, lifting her left finger to gently trace the nape of her neck up towards where her lekku met her skull.

[Moyr Ahaya]

That was a sensitive spot and Moyr purred, bending her neck back in a subliminal effort to shake off the intensity of sensation. Her lekku responded with an electrified wiggle after a short contraction and gripped what they were circling. Moyr's fingers reciprocated by engaging a sensitive spot on Hala's chest. "More or less..."

[Col. Hala Moraal]

"'More or less'?" Hala crooned, continuing to trace the back of her lord's head with her fingertips, "That's all you have to say on the matter?"

She gave her a vaguely predatory smile and added, "Are you done with the shop talk, then?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"And don't you think the time is high for action?" Moyr closed in, claiming Hala's lips, while the lek squeezed around her throat again and pulled her head to the back by a lekful of hair it had grasped. Similarly, her other prehensile limbs dropped teasing and descended on their respective soft spots, exerting pressure to expose them if needed. "I will give you no reprieve." A sweet whisper.

[Col. Hala Moraal]

Hala's breath rattled softly against the pressure along her throat and she shrugged her left shoulder to help let her shirt and the wiring underneath.

"Heed no quarter," she hoarsely answered.

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