A Hilt Fit For A Queen (D4, EN-MN - Open)

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Well, I need to go in search of a Lorrdian crystal, to maximize effectiveness of the new hilt. And potentially go krayt hunting on tattooine to try and get a pearl for the old shoto," he replies with a shrug. "But affording or gaining the lorrdian could be difficult, probably as difficult as killing krayts."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"And here I thought you would hunt down a Krayt dragon to bring me a pearl necklace," she teases and quickly pecks him on the cheek.

"Just kidding, of course."

[Zeno Deathwright]

He smiles at the small kiss and the teasing. "Just means that the krayt dragon population faces extinction so that I can see your face light up when I give it to you."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Can't be much harder than Death's Shadow, eh?" she chuckles, twirling some of her hair around her finger. "Would've been fun to see that rematch now, consider how we've grown since that crazy fight. As well as now having better weapons and armor."

[Zeno Deathwright]

The girlish hair twirling and perkiness was definitely cute to him... and a big turn on. His mind started going to very lewd places as he talked. "I think it would be over much quicker than it was then. We should look into finding something challenging, just me and you, and take it on together."

He steps in close, and presses his forehead to hers. "Seeing you tear up your enemy, watching your graceful and powerful movements, taking turns slicing into whatever beast we faced... it would be a beautiful sight."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Mmm," she nibbles on her lower lip as he gets in close, "you say such romantic things... we really should look at finding some big challenge to kill. Especially one that requires carefully cleaning eachother thoroughly afterwards."

The sway of her hips brush up against him.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"I love that devious mind of yours," he says, his hands moving to rest on her swaying hips. "I could lock the door..."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"And it's not the only thing about me you love," Shaisha giggles. "We could... but do we need to?"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"It's certainly not, and we certainly don't need to," he says as he picks her up and sets her on a nearby empty work table. It's obvious that it strains him a bit to do so, but despite the discomfort he doesn't look like he's any less enthusiastic.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

While she notes his discomfort, she knows well enough that she could inquire about it later... it was poor form to stop the man now, after all.

Her robes open as Zeno puts her on the empty workbench, revealing the very revealing black shimmersilk dress that she had worn underneath from her outing earlier that night.

"Not that we'd need to lock the door to keep people guessing at our activities either," she chuckles. Her teeth take hold of his lips for a brief moment before she fully claims them with her own.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"That dress," he says, appreciating it for a moment, before being drawn into her kiss. "It's gorgeous."

As he says so, he starts hiking it up as he leans in to whisper in her ear, followed by him gently sucking on her lobe.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Her right knee rises up against his side. "... Not as gorgeous as the sight of you without those clothes," she purrs in reply.

His whisper and the sensation of his caresses passes a small noticeable tremble of anticipation and pleasure through her body. "I won't stop you then..."

[Zeno Deathwright]

He winks at her, as he gets the dress up the rest of the way, and lowers himself into...

/ftb territory

[Shaisha Vreysk]

Even the black curtain couldn't keep out the tell-tale noises of what two impulsive Sith were up to.

/fti

Shaisha licks her lips as they both had finished their refreshement. The stay at the Smuggler's Moon could certainly continue with these exciting distractions rather than some of the drama she preferred would just die instead.

"Mm... even when you made me think you were too tired from last night, you surprised me..."

[Zeno Deathwright]

His response to that was placing his hand on the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. He was clearly in an even better mood than when he came in.

"I think it's impossible for me to ever be too tired to spend time with you."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Was thinking more of that you seemed to have hurt yourself... from the fighting earlier today, or from yesterday's Kaggath?" she asks as her hands caress down his sides, soft kisses finding their way along his skin.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Just still feeling a bit sore from the stun grenade earlier. Need to sleep it off probably," he replies. "I didn't get hurt at all during the Kaggath. A bit disappointing that my contribution wasn't a bit more challenging. But the whole pirate thing is likely to lead to something more challenging, what with the queen likely coming to kill me at some point."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Oh?" rather than sounding concerned, she sounded interested. "Here I thought you were going to recruit those pirates?"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Well, a trust concern was raised. A different direction was taken. I can't imagine she's taking it well," he says with a shrug. "I didn't particularly want to go the route we went, but it also makes sure she won't become a resource for the Republic either."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"A pity..." she nuzzles against his neck. "She could've been a valuable tool. But will it be a problem for the Empire?"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"I don't think she gives a damn, and there were folks from all walks that pissed her off, so she'll likely just direct her frustrations at us personally. I'll probably have to kill her eventually." His fingertips glided over the dress under her robes as his lips pressed against one of her ridges.

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Her death will at least be a powerful message to her followers, who might consider the error of their ways in opposing the Empire."

Her hands cupped around Zeno's head, gently massaging his temples.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"Likely... but just as likely not. Pirates can be a thick bunch. That life takes a certain level of ignorance of consequences. Which would have been a boon if I could have been able to bend them."

[Shaisha Vreysk]

"Hmm... perhaps. But that kind of trash also respect power and brutality. With the right display, they could bend the knee to Lord Deathwright," she smiles and kisses his lips softly as her hands continue to massage him.

[Zeno Deathwright]

His hands move to hold her rear as he returns the kiss.

"Potentially. I will definitely need to be there when she goes down," he says. "And she will more than likely need to go down. Depending on how she acts, maybe I'll keep her in chains. I think that might suitably humiliate her, from queen to pet..."