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tinhuvielartanis) wrote2005-12-30 08:55 pm
tinhuvielartanis) wrote2005-12-30 08:55 pm
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Ascension
Based on a true story.
No, really.
Sith Lord Darth Maul had just completed his training as a Neophyte and was soon to be elevated to the lofty station of Sith Apprentice. Only two more days until his graduation and already Maul had entered into a self-satisfied frame of mind. He had worked hard for this and he deserved it, no doubt!
Since the night before his Ascension would be fraught with stress for the rituals ahead and the night of his claiming the title of Apprentice would be one of one Sith rite after another, tonight was the only night to celebrate his accomplishments. And celebrate he would!
He waited on the balcony of his flat high in the thin atmosphere of Coruscant. He waited for his friends and fellow students in the Sith Art of Prea’vil’nha, the Dance of Ages. Tonight they would be festive and ignore their various woes! Tonight the Sith would resonate with merriment!
Speeding through the night, leaping in and out of the traffic with dangerous abandon, Queylla and Tsurashi hurtled toward the dark figure awaiting them on the parapet. Both from the Poranna system, they had the characteristic features of the Poranni: pointed ears with a single feather at each temple. Queylla was ivory with raven hair and Tsurashi even paler with unruly locks of auburn. They usually acted pretty daft, but Maul liked that as it balanced out his usually drab and somber days.
“There he is,” Queylla said, pointed at Maul. “Better slow down!”
Tsurashi depressed the magnetic brake and moved in slowly to the edge of the balcony. “Hop in, Maulie!” she said, motioning to the back seat with her head. “Don’t want to be late for the party.”
Maul smiled mischievously and adjusted his black tee before sliding gracefully into the backseat of the hovercraft. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice caressing the air.
The party was joyous. Jedi, Sith, and normals alike set aside their issues and sang and danced with one another. Food was everywhere and so was drink! Near the end of the party, Queylla, Tsurashi, and Maul sat in a corner of the warehouse drinking a fruit cider one young Obi-Wan Kenobi had poured for them as he praised its inebriating qualities, then staggered away.
Maul took a long draught of his cider and looked at the two women with him. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a very long time. Thank you!”
“Any time, Maul,” Queylla said, toasting him. “We all needed to get out I think. I know I did!”
Maul leaned in close to the two women and growled, “Do you know what Lord Sidious has been doing to me?” Wide-eyed, Queylla and Tsurashi shook their heads in unison. “He imposed a moratorium on physical pleasure with another about a month ago, saying it has to do with an ancient tenet he observes in the Sith religion: that the ritual of sex cannot be experienced by one not wholly dedicated to the Arts first……I believe my master is full of Bantha Poodoo, but I have adhered to his rule…….with much resentment.”
“You, Maul? No sex in a month?” Tsurashi laughed. “You must be kidding. How have you survived it?”
“I am a Sith. I can withstand anything….”
At that, Queylla and Tsurashi shouted with laughter. The young Sith had said this with such conviction and seriousness, when they both knew that he was a volcano within.
“Well, it sounds like you’re already pretty dedicated,” Queylla teased, and the laughter drew Maul in to join.
It was a very good party…..
Late into the evening, the three partygoers piled into their hovercraft and prepared to make their way back to Maul’s apartment. Tsurashi drove slowly along the main courseway of Souther Coruscant, trying to see the stars beyond the brightness of the city planet and Queylla piped up, “You don’t really want to go straight home, do you Maulie? Mind if we ascend for a while just to see the stars and Coruscant far below?”
Shaking his horned head no, Maul settled in and enjoyed the ride high into the outer atmosphere of the planet. Below them the planet shimmered with lights from the city that never slept and above them the stars twinkled icily, never betraying the heat of their distant flames.
“This reminds me of the first time I ever tupped a boy,” Tsurashi said, looking sidewise at Queylla and winking. “In the endless fields of Poranna beneath a blanket of stars……just me and the boy rutting like the beasts.”
A soft purr came from the back seat.
“What was that, Maul?” Queylla asked.
“I said nothing,” he replied dreamily. “I’m merely listening and letting my drink settle.”
“Well, how about you? Do you remember your first time?”
Maul smiled slyly. “Oh, yesss…. I was only 13 turnings and I had a grand teacher in the desert tents of my tribe on Iridonia. She was in her late teens and she taught me how to pleasure the Zabrak woman.”
“But what about other species, Maul?” Tsurashi taunted. “Can’t you pleasure them too?”
Queylla chimed in “Very few men know how to really pleasure a woman of any species!” And they both laughed.
But Maul said in a low and smooth voice. “I can pleasure any woman. It’s an Art I’ve been developing since my days in the deserts of Iridonia onward to my time here on Coruscant. Most men don’t take the time to learn the pleasuring centers for they cannot understand the Mystery.”
“What mystery is that?” Tsurashi whispered, becoming aroused herself.
“The Mystery is that a woman’s desire can be fed and nurtured but never truly satiated. In order to get the pleasure and release a man so craves, he must feed the woman with all the passion he can channel. It will be returned threefold and all involved will dream deeply afterwards.”
Queylla was holding her breath and Tsurashi gripped the steering wheel.
“Is that what you do, Maul? Do you feed your women?”
“I give them whatever they want and need, for my payment is always rich.”
“What do you like?” Queylla asked.
“Anything…anything that allows my flesh to be against the flesh of another. That contact. That intimacy. And you?”
Queylla grinned hungrily at Tsurashi. “I love that too…. One thing I can’t stand, though, is when men think your nipples are flight controls on a pod racer.” Tsurashi laughed merrily, but Maul did not.
“Oh, that’s a terrible thing. And especially when they treat the clit like a button on a light sabre……that should never be ‘activated’ directly….it should be stimulated at the sides and perhaps underneath. Every woman is different it seems…”
Tsurashi took a deep breath. “What about masturbation? Do you guys like to watch someone masturbate?”
“Oh, yeah ~ who doesn’t?” Queylla said, trying to lighten the mood a little since the air in the hovercraft was heavy with lust.
“I greatly enjoy that….but we must stop talking about this because I might put on a show for you ladies right now if we don’t….I’m rock hard and may have to take care of things very soon.”
Tsurashi kept her eyes ahead of her and said, “You’d better be joking, ‘cos if you aren’t, I’ll find us a secluded area ~ the nearest moon, maybe? ~and let you do just that.”
“Oh, I’m not joking….and I’m not shy.”
With that Tsurashi sped beyond the atmosphere and hypered her craft straight for the closest Coruscant satellite.
Within minutes they were on the moon, a lush garden of a refuge and a global park. Tsurashi slowed to a halt in a small clearing ringed with choppah trees. The air was sweet with the choppah flowers.
“So what did you ladies have in mind?” Maul purred in the darkness.
“You stroke and we watch…” Tsurashi said heavily.
“Oh, it will not be a mutual thing?”
“We’ll see,” Queylla whispered, a smile on her lips.
Together, Queylla and Tsurashi turned in their seats to see Maul, already naked, sitting and staring at them, his tattooed body glistening with the perspiration of excitement and his member, half erect, resting expectantly in his dusky hands.
“Are you ready?” he rumbled teasingly, and began pulling on his penis, which was as black as the galactic background save for the tattooed crimson tip. An instinctive moan passed Maul’s lips in reaction to his stimulation and his hips thrust only barely.
Queylla was mesmerised by Maul’s slow and sensuous massage of himself and Tsurashi, her mouth dry, squirmed as her eye’s locked with the Sith’s flamed gaze, kindling an electric arousal throughout her body.
Maul cradled his balls with his left hand, gently rubbing them, as he spanned the length of his shaft with his right ~ up and down, pulling and caressing ~ the simple movements of self-adoration. He let his head fall back against the seat and dug his horns into the soft fabric, his breath staggering as the friction hit the soft flesh out of which the horns grew. And Maul’s thrusting became more evident.
It was too much…..Tsurashi released her seat, letting it fall beside Maul. Following suit, Queylla lowered her seat and, together, they fell upon the hapless Sith Lord, pulling him down on the seat.
“I thought you were going to watch,” Maul said breathlessly.
“Forget it,” Tsurashi hissed, running her fingers up her legs as Queylla finished her thought ~ “we’ll watch you soon enough but, for now, just lie back…and enjoy.” And she covered Maul’s mouth with her own, running her tongue along his lips in clear invitation.
At that very moment he felt feathers between his thighs and an exquisite warmth envelope his fully erect member. Maul moaned into Queylla’s mouth as Tsurashi began to devour him from below. He was completely at their mercy ~ these Poranni, these off-kilter friends of his ~ and they were ravishing him!
Maul couldn’t single out one sensation. At one time he felt Queylla tracing the pattern of his tattoos with her tongue, trailing from the top of his head down to the tribal pattern on his chest. At another Tsurashi pulled his attention as she drenched him from base to tip like she was licking a Hothian snow bar. Queylla demanded him now, nibbling his chest and rolling his nipples with her thumbs. She moved up to tickle the base of his horns with her temple feathers. This was delicious!
Tsurashi raised her head from Maul and looked into his amber eyes. “We need more room,” she said,” her voice barely audible. “And it’s a beautiful night in the garden.”
Reaching behind him, Maul opened the hatch to the hovercraft and spilled onto the ground with his two conspirators. Finding a soft mound of grass, Maul drew Queylla and Tsurashi down to him, kissing one, then the other as he removed their loose Poranni garb. Queylla moved behind Maul and, drawing each horn in turn into her mouth, she savoured the taste of him. Maul’s breath was short and quick from Queylla’s hornsucking, but he lost his control when Tsurashi spilled her hair upon his chest and moved slowly down, letting it trail along with her, until she reached the prize, drawing him into her mouth once more. He instinctively thrust against her face and she worked a finger into Maul’s ass as she and Queylla sucked in tandem.
Feeling climax surging through him, Maul called on the Force to stay the end, and he allowed tendrils of the power to encircle his two friends, tantalizing and exciting them as much as they were him. They both felt his invisible hands and tongue on them and inside them. The spirit of Maul in the Force surrounded and bound Queylla and Tsurashi in a virtual passion they never thought existed. He was all over them. The more they gave him, the more intense the sensation for them. They were feeling what they were doing to him. And together they came like solar flares at midnight. Maul was pleased…and still he contained himself. But it was close….it was time for them to move away and watch.
Simultaneously, the Poranni drew away from Maul and cast their eyes upon the Sith Lord. He moved against a choppah tree, its leaves framing his face making him look like an ancient fertility god, and took himself in hand. The rhythmic pulling and stroking moved in time with his kneading his balls. Tsurashi and Queylla knelt nearby in rapt fascination.
Slowly, then faster, then even faster and harder…Maul’s eyes fluttered and he was lost to them. Purring emanated from deep within his chest and he groaned in ecstasy as a long strand of silver fluid exploded from his crimson head followed by a flowing font of milky liquid that poured over his hand and between his ebony thighs. Queylla and Tsurashi smiled at one another and moved back to Maul, each kissing him on a cheek.
Tsurashi whispered in his ear “This was just for starters, Maul. After your Ascension, we’ll play more, promise.”
“The Sith will never be the same,” Queylla added.
Maul simply purred and he did so all the way home. Tsurashi pulled up to his flat and Maul leapt out of the hovercraft. Turning, he peered in at the two women, his eyes blazing from his tiger face, and said in that impossibly soft and seductive accent, “May the Force be with us all.” Together they grinned and Maul’s Poranni friends left him purring on the balcony of his apartment as the sun peeked over the horizon like a promise of things to come.
~*to be continued*~
~*maybe*~
©Darth Shriek / May, 2001
No, really.
Ascension
I feel another energy, I feel a power growing ~ The Prodigy ‘Narayan’
I feel another energy, I feel a power growing ~ The Prodigy ‘Narayan’
Sith Lord Darth Maul had just completed his training as a Neophyte and was soon to be elevated to the lofty station of Sith Apprentice. Only two more days until his graduation and already Maul had entered into a self-satisfied frame of mind. He had worked hard for this and he deserved it, no doubt!
Since the night before his Ascension would be fraught with stress for the rituals ahead and the night of his claiming the title of Apprentice would be one of one Sith rite after another, tonight was the only night to celebrate his accomplishments. And celebrate he would!
He waited on the balcony of his flat high in the thin atmosphere of Coruscant. He waited for his friends and fellow students in the Sith Art of Prea’vil’nha, the Dance of Ages. Tonight they would be festive and ignore their various woes! Tonight the Sith would resonate with merriment!
Speeding through the night, leaping in and out of the traffic with dangerous abandon, Queylla and Tsurashi hurtled toward the dark figure awaiting them on the parapet. Both from the Poranna system, they had the characteristic features of the Poranni: pointed ears with a single feather at each temple. Queylla was ivory with raven hair and Tsurashi even paler with unruly locks of auburn. They usually acted pretty daft, but Maul liked that as it balanced out his usually drab and somber days.
“There he is,” Queylla said, pointed at Maul. “Better slow down!”
Tsurashi depressed the magnetic brake and moved in slowly to the edge of the balcony. “Hop in, Maulie!” she said, motioning to the back seat with her head. “Don’t want to be late for the party.”
Maul smiled mischievously and adjusted his black tee before sliding gracefully into the backseat of the hovercraft. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice caressing the air.
The party was joyous. Jedi, Sith, and normals alike set aside their issues and sang and danced with one another. Food was everywhere and so was drink! Near the end of the party, Queylla, Tsurashi, and Maul sat in a corner of the warehouse drinking a fruit cider one young Obi-Wan Kenobi had poured for them as he praised its inebriating qualities, then staggered away.
Maul took a long draught of his cider and looked at the two women with him. “This has been one of the best nights I’ve had in a very long time. Thank you!”
“Any time, Maul,” Queylla said, toasting him. “We all needed to get out I think. I know I did!”
Maul leaned in close to the two women and growled, “Do you know what Lord Sidious has been doing to me?” Wide-eyed, Queylla and Tsurashi shook their heads in unison. “He imposed a moratorium on physical pleasure with another about a month ago, saying it has to do with an ancient tenet he observes in the Sith religion: that the ritual of sex cannot be experienced by one not wholly dedicated to the Arts first……I believe my master is full of Bantha Poodoo, but I have adhered to his rule…….with much resentment.”
“You, Maul? No sex in a month?” Tsurashi laughed. “You must be kidding. How have you survived it?”
“I am a Sith. I can withstand anything….”
At that, Queylla and Tsurashi shouted with laughter. The young Sith had said this with such conviction and seriousness, when they both knew that he was a volcano within.
“Well, it sounds like you’re already pretty dedicated,” Queylla teased, and the laughter drew Maul in to join.
It was a very good party…..
Late into the evening, the three partygoers piled into their hovercraft and prepared to make their way back to Maul’s apartment. Tsurashi drove slowly along the main courseway of Souther Coruscant, trying to see the stars beyond the brightness of the city planet and Queylla piped up, “You don’t really want to go straight home, do you Maulie? Mind if we ascend for a while just to see the stars and Coruscant far below?”
Shaking his horned head no, Maul settled in and enjoyed the ride high into the outer atmosphere of the planet. Below them the planet shimmered with lights from the city that never slept and above them the stars twinkled icily, never betraying the heat of their distant flames.
“This reminds me of the first time I ever tupped a boy,” Tsurashi said, looking sidewise at Queylla and winking. “In the endless fields of Poranna beneath a blanket of stars……just me and the boy rutting like the beasts.”
A soft purr came from the back seat.
“What was that, Maul?” Queylla asked.
“I said nothing,” he replied dreamily. “I’m merely listening and letting my drink settle.”
“Well, how about you? Do you remember your first time?”
Maul smiled slyly. “Oh, yesss…. I was only 13 turnings and I had a grand teacher in the desert tents of my tribe on Iridonia. She was in her late teens and she taught me how to pleasure the Zabrak woman.”
“But what about other species, Maul?” Tsurashi taunted. “Can’t you pleasure them too?”
Queylla chimed in “Very few men know how to really pleasure a woman of any species!” And they both laughed.
But Maul said in a low and smooth voice. “I can pleasure any woman. It’s an Art I’ve been developing since my days in the deserts of Iridonia onward to my time here on Coruscant. Most men don’t take the time to learn the pleasuring centers for they cannot understand the Mystery.”
“What mystery is that?” Tsurashi whispered, becoming aroused herself.
“The Mystery is that a woman’s desire can be fed and nurtured but never truly satiated. In order to get the pleasure and release a man so craves, he must feed the woman with all the passion he can channel. It will be returned threefold and all involved will dream deeply afterwards.”
Queylla was holding her breath and Tsurashi gripped the steering wheel.
“Is that what you do, Maul? Do you feed your women?”
“I give them whatever they want and need, for my payment is always rich.”
“What do you like?” Queylla asked.
“Anything…anything that allows my flesh to be against the flesh of another. That contact. That intimacy. And you?”
Queylla grinned hungrily at Tsurashi. “I love that too…. One thing I can’t stand, though, is when men think your nipples are flight controls on a pod racer.” Tsurashi laughed merrily, but Maul did not.
“Oh, that’s a terrible thing. And especially when they treat the clit like a button on a light sabre……that should never be ‘activated’ directly….it should be stimulated at the sides and perhaps underneath. Every woman is different it seems…”
Tsurashi took a deep breath. “What about masturbation? Do you guys like to watch someone masturbate?”
“Oh, yeah ~ who doesn’t?” Queylla said, trying to lighten the mood a little since the air in the hovercraft was heavy with lust.
“I greatly enjoy that….but we must stop talking about this because I might put on a show for you ladies right now if we don’t….I’m rock hard and may have to take care of things very soon.”
Tsurashi kept her eyes ahead of her and said, “You’d better be joking, ‘cos if you aren’t, I’ll find us a secluded area ~ the nearest moon, maybe? ~and let you do just that.”
“Oh, I’m not joking….and I’m not shy.”
With that Tsurashi sped beyond the atmosphere and hypered her craft straight for the closest Coruscant satellite.
Within minutes they were on the moon, a lush garden of a refuge and a global park. Tsurashi slowed to a halt in a small clearing ringed with choppah trees. The air was sweet with the choppah flowers.
“So what did you ladies have in mind?” Maul purred in the darkness.
“You stroke and we watch…” Tsurashi said heavily.
“Oh, it will not be a mutual thing?”
“We’ll see,” Queylla whispered, a smile on her lips.
Together, Queylla and Tsurashi turned in their seats to see Maul, already naked, sitting and staring at them, his tattooed body glistening with the perspiration of excitement and his member, half erect, resting expectantly in his dusky hands.
“Are you ready?” he rumbled teasingly, and began pulling on his penis, which was as black as the galactic background save for the tattooed crimson tip. An instinctive moan passed Maul’s lips in reaction to his stimulation and his hips thrust only barely.
Queylla was mesmerised by Maul’s slow and sensuous massage of himself and Tsurashi, her mouth dry, squirmed as her eye’s locked with the Sith’s flamed gaze, kindling an electric arousal throughout her body.
Maul cradled his balls with his left hand, gently rubbing them, as he spanned the length of his shaft with his right ~ up and down, pulling and caressing ~ the simple movements of self-adoration. He let his head fall back against the seat and dug his horns into the soft fabric, his breath staggering as the friction hit the soft flesh out of which the horns grew. And Maul’s thrusting became more evident.
It was too much…..Tsurashi released her seat, letting it fall beside Maul. Following suit, Queylla lowered her seat and, together, they fell upon the hapless Sith Lord, pulling him down on the seat.
“I thought you were going to watch,” Maul said breathlessly.
“Forget it,” Tsurashi hissed, running her fingers up her legs as Queylla finished her thought ~ “we’ll watch you soon enough but, for now, just lie back…and enjoy.” And she covered Maul’s mouth with her own, running her tongue along his lips in clear invitation.
At that very moment he felt feathers between his thighs and an exquisite warmth envelope his fully erect member. Maul moaned into Queylla’s mouth as Tsurashi began to devour him from below. He was completely at their mercy ~ these Poranni, these off-kilter friends of his ~ and they were ravishing him!
Maul couldn’t single out one sensation. At one time he felt Queylla tracing the pattern of his tattoos with her tongue, trailing from the top of his head down to the tribal pattern on his chest. At another Tsurashi pulled his attention as she drenched him from base to tip like she was licking a Hothian snow bar. Queylla demanded him now, nibbling his chest and rolling his nipples with her thumbs. She moved up to tickle the base of his horns with her temple feathers. This was delicious!
Tsurashi raised her head from Maul and looked into his amber eyes. “We need more room,” she said,” her voice barely audible. “And it’s a beautiful night in the garden.”
Reaching behind him, Maul opened the hatch to the hovercraft and spilled onto the ground with his two conspirators. Finding a soft mound of grass, Maul drew Queylla and Tsurashi down to him, kissing one, then the other as he removed their loose Poranni garb. Queylla moved behind Maul and, drawing each horn in turn into her mouth, she savoured the taste of him. Maul’s breath was short and quick from Queylla’s hornsucking, but he lost his control when Tsurashi spilled her hair upon his chest and moved slowly down, letting it trail along with her, until she reached the prize, drawing him into her mouth once more. He instinctively thrust against her face and she worked a finger into Maul’s ass as she and Queylla sucked in tandem.
Feeling climax surging through him, Maul called on the Force to stay the end, and he allowed tendrils of the power to encircle his two friends, tantalizing and exciting them as much as they were him. They both felt his invisible hands and tongue on them and inside them. The spirit of Maul in the Force surrounded and bound Queylla and Tsurashi in a virtual passion they never thought existed. He was all over them. The more they gave him, the more intense the sensation for them. They were feeling what they were doing to him. And together they came like solar flares at midnight. Maul was pleased…and still he contained himself. But it was close….it was time for them to move away and watch.
Simultaneously, the Poranni drew away from Maul and cast their eyes upon the Sith Lord. He moved against a choppah tree, its leaves framing his face making him look like an ancient fertility god, and took himself in hand. The rhythmic pulling and stroking moved in time with his kneading his balls. Tsurashi and Queylla knelt nearby in rapt fascination.
Slowly, then faster, then even faster and harder…Maul’s eyes fluttered and he was lost to them. Purring emanated from deep within his chest and he groaned in ecstasy as a long strand of silver fluid exploded from his crimson head followed by a flowing font of milky liquid that poured over his hand and between his ebony thighs. Queylla and Tsurashi smiled at one another and moved back to Maul, each kissing him on a cheek.
Tsurashi whispered in his ear “This was just for starters, Maul. After your Ascension, we’ll play more, promise.”
“The Sith will never be the same,” Queylla added.
Maul simply purred and he did so all the way home. Tsurashi pulled up to his flat and Maul leapt out of the hovercraft. Turning, he peered in at the two women, his eyes blazing from his tiger face, and said in that impossibly soft and seductive accent, “May the Force be with us all.” Together they grinned and Maul’s Poranni friends left him purring on the balcony of his apartment as the sun peeked over the horizon like a promise of things to come.
~*to be continued*~
~*maybe*~
©Darth Shriek / May, 2001
wicked wicked Tin
2)I can't read any more of stuff like this or I will become a Shakti Menace to society! ;D (Big bad wolf that I am.)
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2) Heheheheheheh!!! Speaking of Big Bad Wolf, have you seen that Hall's advert with the 3 little pigs and the big bad wolf with breathing problems? Is it just me or is he very Maulific?
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Re: Narnia wolves
We should make a pack to rent the DVD on the same day then report our findings back to each other. ;d
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let's plan on that.
Re: Narnia wolf voice
I just looked up the Narnia wolf voice credit, and the name of the actor is Sim Evan-Jones. (My last name is Jones.)
Boogie ooogie oooooo!!!
Re: Narnia wolf voice
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Dayum.
I like it.
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couldn't resist
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from Queylla
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